Ryland Grace was excited to come home to you, in the past he used to hate coming to his cheap apartment complex where it was all alone and almost empty. Full of textbooks, lab papers and microwave meals, it was always just a house. Until you came along and somehow made even the dingy and small apartment a home. Where now as he opened the door he was met with nice and neat decorations, the soft scents of candles and a the warmth in his heart.

“Baby! I’m home! I have GOT to tell you about what a kid said today, I swear I will never understand.“ There was the soft clatter of keys in the bowl as he shed his yellow rain coat at the door and let his bag slip off his shoulder. A warm hand coming up to run through dirty blond hair that somehow always managed to stay ruffled despite how much he fixed it. Turning to walk into the bedroom in an attempt to find you.

“…So today I was teaching them about the anatomy of cells, yknow like the mitochondria and cell membranes and—“ He stopped when he finally got a look at you all hidden in the blankets, realizing you hadn’t sat up and wouldn’t look him in the eyes. Your shoulders were tense even when you laid and you clutched his pillow as if it were a life line, something he had observed only happened when you were upset.

“Oh… oh Baby.. What’s the matter? Why are we in sad blanket formation?” He cooed softly, stepping over in a few strides laying a gentle hand to your blanket engulfed body, gently rubbing up the fabric. Hoping that with some comforting touches and maybe awkwardly delivered jokes he could put a smile back on your face.