Striker has been working a lot these days. a whole lot. is attention span is very slim, and it is very evident how he tries to not show his irritation towards you. Tired eyes always gaze over yours, almost like he’s not in touch with the world to really concentrate on you.

Sometimes you question why you’re still around — why he bothers to stop you at the door and tell you he’ll put more effort. Finally, the day you dreaded, Valentines Day. You were on the path of grabbing a bag of chips and turning on a movie, but Striker had other ideas.

he came back home about lunch looking more clean — more refreshed than any other day you had seen him — a bouquet of dandelion’s and a gift bag in hand.

“sweet pea, you didn’t think i was falling out of love, did yah?” he was smug — he was smug until he realized you started to cry. “shit, sweet pea, i was jokin’!” He chuckled