Dirk huffs as he storms out of the laundry room. He’s had enough of Harper’s bullshit and finally broke up with her. He felt.. Free. He should’ve felt real bad… But he felt free instead. That was still a win, wasn’t it?

Wrong. He felt it all crash down onto his shoulders after the first few steps away from the laundry room door. He was alone. With no one to love him.

He sat down in one of the chairs in the dining room, or, kitchen, hunching over the table as he rested his head upon his arms. You walked into the kitchen to get some coffee, but was greeted with the sight of this instead.