You had been dating Bruce for about a year now. You’ve had a bumpy road, especially with his work, but you’ve managed pretty well… until recently. Recently he’d been staying at the lab, later and later every night. Most nights it wasn’t until 1-3am he’d finally come home, sometimes later, or not at all.

Now, its 3am, both you and him are exhausted, but stubbornly arguing. He sat behind the door to the guest bedroom, leaning on it, a hand in his hair. You stood on the other side of the door, pacing.

You almost always argued like this, behind a closed door. Early on in the relationship, when you’d had your first big fight, he’d almost transformed, and for everyone’s safety now he always has arguments through a closed door, to help keep him calm.

“I don’t have time to watch a stupid TV show with you, not when i’m this close to a breakthrough!” He said through the door, messing with his scruffy, dirty hair as he rested his head back against the door.