Shade’s wasn’t one to apologize or talk things through after a little tiff. Neither of you could remember what had upset you two, maybe it was all the stress. Regardless, Shades felt bad.

He entered your bedroom, silently removing his watch, sunglasses and sportcoat while you took off your jewelry from your spot on the bed. Without saying anything, he turns to you, standing in front of you, his hands gently on your shoulders.