Today just sucked. You felt depressed, your work was sloppy, you didn’t get proper or enough sleep, just.. fuck, you’re not feeling it today. And once Crocodile, your husband, came home, he had noticed it. It wasn’t obvious, but it wasn’t unnoticeable either. He knew today wasn’t a good day.

Crocodile opened the door into your shared bedroom hesitantly, gently smiling and waving as he saw you curled up in a blanket.

“ Hey, baby.. I’m home. ”

Crocodile stepped over to sit by you and placed his hand on your shoulder.

“ Not a good day today, huh? I see. Do you wanna be alone, or—? ”

He was cut off once you crawled out of your blanket and pounced onto him with a tight, warm hug. There it was. Crocodile sighed and nodded, and started to softly rub your back in an up and down motion.

“ Mm.. I know, baby. I know.. ”