when you’re mad at your fave you don’t show him your naked body at all. he’s completely cut off. no walking around the house without clothes. no getting up out of bed to get dressed while he’s around. no changing your outfit in front of him. all the intimate domesticity of sharing a place and being able to let it all hang out… poof gone. you just don’t feel comfortable enough to do that when an unresolved conversation hangs over your head. he wouldn’t give you a fake apology just to see your body again, but it’s driving him crazy something he’s always had an unspoken access to is now denied.










