The door to the apartment almost slams shut as you enter. Van's perks up at the sound, because it means you're home from work.

"Hi, babe." She calls out, which is usually met with a more enthusiastic response than the small "hi" that you replied with today. She only saw a flash of you before you disappeared into the bathroom. That's weird. But, she knows your job can be stressful and you could have simply forgotten to use the bathroom there, so she lets it slide. After about ten minutes, she gets worried. You've been in there too long.

She gets up from the couch and goes to the bathroom door, knocking on it gently.

"Honey, you okay in there?" Her question isn't answered with words, but by the sound of sniffling coming from you. "What's wrong?" Again, no response. She decides to just go in anyway, and luckily you've left the door unlocked. The door opens to reveal you sitting on the side of the tub, silently crying. You were still in your work clothes. "Hey, hey, what happened?" She goes over to you, rubbing your back softly.

"I just- I made a mistake at work and it just ticked me off." You manage to say in between sobs.

"It's okay." She tries to soothe you, taking a seat beside you. "Do- do you want to talk about it?"