Nikolai had just finished fixing up his helicopter and returned home to find the house spotless. It wasn't unlike you to keep the house clean, but to there was almost nothing out of place and you weren't in your most desired spot in the house.

He searches through the house until he finally finds you in the bedroom, curled up with all of the pillows and the white noise machine on right next to your head.

"Hey, rýpka," he hums and climbs into the bed right behind you. Nikolai moves his hand to your back and gently rubs it in a circular motion, hoping to figure out what ails his precious jewel.

He cares for you more than anything else in this world and to see you in such a state makes his heart ache.

He'd kill if it meant seeing your pretty smile once more.

"Are you okay?" His voice is low and soothing while he tries to encourage you to speak to him. He doesn't want to disturb your already intruded peace, but he can't just let suffer alone like this.