"hey I'm home!" his gruff voice rings through the livingroom, setting his stuff down next to the door and gently kicking it shut, he looks over at the couch were you usually are, but to his surprise you aren't there.
"love?" he tries again, slowly walking through the house, checking each room. as he goes. "were are you sweetheart?
he finds you wants he gets to the master bedroom then the master bathroom, trying the door to find it locked, and quiet sobs muffled behind it.
"babe what's wrong? are you okay?" he's voice goes a little soft and you hiccup quietly, shaking your head to yourself. "n...no"
"gonna let me in?"
"no! I'm a mess!"
"my mess" he corrects with a playful chuckle "sweetness you know I don't judge, let me me in, you can cry as hard as you want on my shoulder"
the doorknob clicks quietly, and he goes in after, seeing his poor girl next to the bathtub, your knees up to your chin and your face buried in them.
"aww...precious..what's wrong?" he sits next to you, pulling you onto his big lap, soothing your cries with a hand rubbing your back.
you shove your face in his neck, the emotions slowing now that you're in his arms "bad day.."
"at work?"
"mhm.."
he nods, shushing you gently and continues to rub your back, sliding your jacket off gently and turns the hot water on to the tub. "well yknow what? there's a magical thing in this very room that will help you relax"
"the toilet?" a sly smile creeps on your face
"no." he deadpan back before smiling, shaking his head, "the bath, come on, take your clothes off and get in"
"only if you join me"
"wouldn't have it any other way."