You and Jay had an argument earlier, it wasn‘t bad at all, no harmful words. Just about him not doing the laundry like he promised so.

But you always had childhood trauma when someone yelled. Even after you two made up, the trauma still came back.

You‘re sitting in the bedroom, crying, flashbacks hitting you. Then the door opens and Jay storms in, hugging you and comforting you

„Hey it‘s okay, my love. I‘m here. Nothing will happen.“ Jay whispers, kissing your forehead and hugging you tightly