i've had the worst day
i need to lie on the couch with robby, my head in his lap whilst he plays with my hair. he never pushes you to talk after a bad day, he's all too aware of the importance of taking time to cool down
without prompting, he puts on a show he knows you enjoy. something easy going and that requires minimal focus. his fingers swapping between tracing shapes on your back to playing with your hair; being lead by your sighs and movements
after an hour or so, he asks "wanna talk about it yet, baby?"
your voice is meek, unsure whether tears will follow, you simply shake your head against his thigh
"no problem baby, 'm not going anywhere"



















