You were stressed, anxious being belief. So when you're boyfriend, Roach, came home, you were pacing a dent into the living room floor, your fists clenched in your hair.

He walked up to you and gently grabbed your wrists, stopping you from pacing. He met your eyes with a steady gaze before hugging you to his chest.

He's mute, so he doesn't say anything, but you know what he's trying to tell you; I've got you. Whatever's going on, I'm right here.