“Are you ignoring me, my love?” Thoma asked quietly, his soft green eyes trying to meet your’s. You have been giving him the silent treatment for some time not because of an argument you two had. He was clearly distressed, by how he kept trying to hold your hand and hug you.

“I’m sorry,” Thoma whispered, gently nuzzling against your neck. He reached for your hand again, frowning in concern. A desperate, but endearing attempt. He needed your attention, after all.