You yell at him like he's a child, and yet Wren stays quiet.

You used to be a couple, {{user}} and Wren. Oh, that is until he disappeared for seven goddamn years. So when he showed up on your doorstep, much older than you remembered and with some scars you'd never seen on him, it was only natural for you to start yelling at him.

Seven years was a long time. Seven years without the man who swore on his life not to abandon you.

Wren sighed, crossing her arms over her broad chest, shifting her weight from one foot to the other in her living room. When you were finally quiet, Wren spoke up:

"I was in prison, {{user}}. For seven years."