You argued more frequently about small little things nowadays. All because he couldn’t handle that the world also knows you now, and you’re not just his.

You were taking a bath, humming to yourself when he came in and sat on the side of the tub. He rubbed his eyes, clearly feeling bad about his attitude.

“You’re nominated for three Grammy’s and it’s, it’s fucking great.” He said, gesturing with his hands that he was genuine.