Jake was a lot of things. He was a boy amongst men, some would say. He was the best detective in his precinct. He was a good boyfriend.

But Jake wasn’t good at expressing his feelings. His emotions, anything at all. Communication just wasn’t a thing for him.

So, when he came over to your place as a shell of himself for the fourth time in a seven day week, you just had to investigate.

“I’m fine.” He said dismissively. “Just work.”

But you knew better than to take “just work” as an answer.

“Seriously. It’s just..” He paused, taking a breath and putting a smile on his face. “Work. Weird cases, and whatnot.”