HEYYY can i please request LADS men when you sleep on the couch after a heated argument
LaDS men when you sleep on the couch after an argument
pairings: LaDS men x Reader(separate)
content: hurt/comfort, arguments
a/n: these are so long idk what possessed me
Xavier
You tried to just keep it a casual conversation, bringing up how you still felt like he was keeping things from you at times, like he still didn’t trust you with everything after you two have been together for so long but with how he kept his answers short and clipped, his expression as cool as always, trying to change the topic, things started to get more heated.
You didn’t like how he was brushing you off again.
“See this is exactly what I’m talking about, Xavier.”
His lack of response was really getting to you.
He stays expressionless, you keep saying things trying to get a reaction out of him but he doesn’t falter.
On the inside, he feels regret and seeing you angry at him upsets him, too.
“Fine. Whatever, be that way.”
He doesn’t feel relieved when you walk out of the bedroom, but he just doesn’t know what to say to make you feel better.
He follows after you, going into the bedroom, he freezes when he sees you grab the sheets and your pillow.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m sleeping on the couch, Xavier.”
You try to slip past him but he doesn’t let you,
“No, you’re not.”
You stare up at him and seeing the usual affection replaced with anger hurts him.
“Please, don’t.”
“I’m mad, Xavier. I don’t want to sleep with you tonight.”
The tremble in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed,
“I can’t sleep without you next to me. And I know you feel the same way.”
You try leaving again but he just won’t let you,
“Doesn’t matter. I don’t want to see you right now.”
You notice the hurt in his eyes and you feel kinda bad but you can’t back down now, right?
He nods but still doesn’t step aside,
“I’ll sleep on the couch then. You take the bed.”
Your shoulders slump, seeing as he resembles a sad bunny.
“Fine.”
You say and turn around, trying not to let this feeling get to you. You put your things back on the bed and hear him leave the room.
Confusion overtakes your features, why didn’t he take his stuff? You wait a minute and walk out after him, after some hesitation.
As you quietly go back into living room, you see him lying on the couch, no blanket, no pillow, eyes closed.
“Xavier, go get your things. You’ll catch a cold.”
He doesn’t open his eyes as he speaks again,
“It’s what I deserve. I upset you.”
Your mouth falls open at that, the ridiculousness of his behaviour almost makes you break out into a laugh. Almost.
“Xavier, even if I’m mad at you, I don’t want you to be cold and uncomfortable the whole night.”
He cracks one eye open, looking at you.
“But I want to be cold and uncomfortable for making you mad.”
You sigh, trying to fight the smile that’s making its way onto your face,
“You’re unbelievable.”
He’s looking at you with both eyes now, noticing the tension dissipate. Xavier props himself up,
“I’m sorry.”
You know he got you once you walk over and sit down on the couch next to him,
“I know.”
Reaching out with your hands to brush through his hair,
“And you know that I’ll forgive you once I wake up.”
He leans into your touch, testing the waters by lying his head in your lap.
“Thank you. But please don’t make sleep without you. I won’t intrude on your space, I just need to know that you’re still here.”
Scratching his scalp a defeated groan leaves your mouth,
“Go into the bedroom. I’ll be right there.”
His lips curl upwards, he begrudgingly lifts his head off your lap. He lingers, not getting up from the couch yet. You can guess why and knowing he needs the comfort just as much as you do, after everything that was said, you lean over and press a soft kiss to his forehead. A relieved hum forms in the back of his throat.
He then gets up, not trying to push his luck.
Xavier knows your feelings are valid and he would never want you to feel like they aren’t.
He doesn’t always handle things the right way but nothings more important to him than making it up to you. He’ll fix this, he’ll show you how much he truly trusts you.
Rafayel
You didn’t mean to leave him waiting, again.
Wondering where you are, if you’re okay and why you weren’t answering your phone.
This morning, you texted him, letting him know about today’s mission.
An emergency, there wasn’t much time and you had to get going now. You promised to come see him and call once you were back.
Rafayel kept himself busy all day, he noticed how you didn’t read his text, telling you to stay safe.
You also didn’t read any of his follow up texts and as the hours passed and there was still no answer from you, he started to feel anxious.
It was getting late, the sun setting soon.
He tried to call you and when it went straight to voicemail, he couldn’t help the concern clawing at him.
You should be done by now. You said you’d call him, once you were back. So, what was wrong?
-
It was dark out now, you had finally wrapped everything up.
Your phone had died in the middle of the mission, as soon as you had gotten back to the HQ you left it to charge.
You knew Rafayel was probably worried but you had texted him this morning, it shouldn’t be too bad. Or so you hoped.
Bidding your farewells to your coworkers, you left the association’s building, finally turning your phone back on.
The wall of missed calls and messages from Rafayel didn’t help your conflicted heart.
You tried to call him back, he wasn’t picking up.
You tried once, twice, it just kept ringing and ringing.
As you finally arrived at his art studio, you noticed the gate was closed.
Confused, you unlocked it and walked to the door.
You were thinking of how to apologise him, you didn’t mean to leave him hanging all day but it’s not like you did it on purpose.
Walking into his home, you saw him painting in the living room, back turned to the door.
“Hey, I’m back.”
You said quietly, placing your keys on the table, waiting for a reaction from your boyfriend.
You expected him to pout, whine, be upset but you were surprised, when… nothing came.
No reaction, he didn’t even turn around.
You approached him slowly, not knowing what to do.
“I’m sorry, Rafayel. My phone died and the mission turned out to be more difficult than expected. I left as soon as I got to the association.”
Usually, he’d be talking to Reddie now, acknowledging your presence in some way or another, making sure you know he was upset.
But still, nothing.
He just kept painting.
No hum, no change in his movements, no looking over.
You sighed, you knew you messed up but the least he could do was talk to you about it.
“Look, I know I should’ve been more careful, made sure my phone was charged or given you more details. I didn’t know, though. So, can we please just-“
“Just what?”
The first time he spoke since you’ve arrived and he still wasn’t looking at you.
“What do you expect me to do now? Throw myself into your arms, crying?”
You were taken aback by his tone,
“No, I didn’t mean-“
He cut in again, voice steady, words sharp,
“This isn’t the first time, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. Am I supposed to lose my mind everytime you pull something like this? It’s not like you keep your word, anyway.”
The accusation hung heavy in the air and you were trying to deal with this as sensibly as possible but he was making this increasingly more difficult.
“Rafayel, you know how my job is. I’d never ignore you on purpose. I kept you waiting and I’m sorry, I really am. But sometimes, there just isn’t anything I can do.”
A scoff escaped him and you could feel a headache forming. You were expecting him to follow up, come up with a retort, tell you how disappointed he was but he just went silent again.
You felt tired, your eyelids heavy and you simply didn’t have the emotional maturity to deal with this appropriately right now.
You went to get changed, as you were leaving the room, you heard him mumble something under his breath,
“As expected.”
You halted, standing still for a moment before turning back around,
“What was that? If you have something to say, speak up.”
You crossed your arms and he finally looked up at you, gaze completely void of emotion.
“Not like you care, anyway.”
Your eye twitched at that,
“I understand if you’re upset but if you’re not willing to talk to me like an adult, I can’t help you. If you want to act like a child, be my guest.”
An ironic laugh left him at that and his eyes went back to his painting,
“Im the one acting like a child?”
“I don’t have the energy to deal with this right now, Rafayel. I have to do my job, grow up.”
You spun around on your heel to actually leave the room this time, when you heard rustling behind you, he was getting up.
He grumbled under his breath again,
“Didn’t know being a hunter meant you have to ghost your boyfriend.”
You clenched your teeth at his condescending comment but decided to not dignify him with a response.
You quickly walked into your shared bedroom, changing into your PJs.
Finally catching a glimpse of yourself for the first time today, you looked rough.
Thinking about how Rafayel still treated you so harshly, after seeing the state you were in.
Impulsively, you grabbed your pillow and your blanket and stormed into the living room.
He wasn’t there anymore, probably having gone to the bathroom to get ready for bed as well.
You settled down on the couch, you knew you were acting petty but you just didn’t want to put up with his attitude tonight.
You laid on your side, back turned to the room, when you heard the bathroom door open.
Rafayel’s steps were loud, you could feel his eyes on you as he came to a stop. The urge to turn heavy but you refused to budge.
He inhaled sharply, you could hear him mumble something under his breath again but couldn’t make out what he was saying, even if you could’ve, you were done arguing.
When you still didn’t hear him move, you turned around, seeing him standing in the middle of the room.
He looked hurt, making eye contact with you but not saying anything else.
He turned around, walking into the bedroom.
You heard the door click shut and a feeling of hurt settled into your chest.
You laid awake for a while, tossing and turning, regret seeping in, you didn’t want to fight with him like this.
Soon, sleep found you.
Eyes falling shut, mind still stuck on the interaction with your boyfriend.
-
Your eyes fluttered open, taking in the darkness.
You wanted to rub your eyes, when you felt your left hand being engulfed by something warm and heavy.
As you looked over, you immediately noticed the mop of purple hair being on eye level with you.
The scene in front of you made a lump form in your throat;
Rafayel was sitting on the floor, one hand holding onto yours, face resting again the couch.
His long legs were crossed and his posture was atrocious, you knew he’d wake up sore like this.
Him setting his pride aside, seeking you out in your sleep, made your heart race, even after how he was acting earlier.
You knew he was trying to hurt you both in an attempt to put his walls back up, he was scared for you.
There was nothing he feared more than losing you, you disappearing again. He didn’t want to wake up one day, finding out you were gone.
And you admittedly weren’t always making it easy for him.
Your other hand reached out and ruffled his hair,
“You idiot…”
You got up to the best of your ability, with him still gripping your wrist, sitting down next to him.
You managed to wrap him up in the blanket as well as you could, pressing your head into his shoulder.
You two would make amends once he woke up.
You couldn’t help but press a chaste kiss to his cheek.
Zayne
You’ve been buried in work lately, barely having time for yourself. No time to cook meals, so you’ve been relying on take out. Coming home so late from work makes you feel like you’re not making the most of your day, so in turn you stay up late, watching shows, playing games, trying to keep up with your boyfriend’s schedule.
Zayne has been trying to be lenient, he doesn’t want to tell you what to do and what not to do but he could see how your unhealthy habits have been getting worse and how it’s wearing down your condition.
Once he brings it up, he’s objective, neutral, speaking as your doctor, not your boyfriend.
When you try to reason with him and explain how those little acts may be unhealthy but they’re the only comfort you have in the midst of so much work.
You promise him, these habits aren’t here to stay and once you have enough breathing room again, you’ll go back to doing all those things he puts so much emphasis on.
He’s unimpressed, urging you to rethink. You know it comes from a place of concern, he’s telling you these things out of love but it simply feels so belittling.
You’ve been so overwhelmed and he’s seen firsthand how badly you need some understanding more than you need health advice.
Seeing how he doesn’t back down, you start to feel irritated. He refuses to see things from your perspective and you refuse to back down now.
The argument spirals as you call him out on not being much better,
“Overworked? Bold coming from you.”
His voice is steady and his words are harsh as he doesn’t pay much attention to your feelings,
“Yet I still make sure to get my nutrients. I also don’t spend my free time rotting away in front of a screen. You barely go outside during your time off.”
Zayne notices the hurt on your face a little too late,
“You’re my boyfriend before you’re my physician, Zayne. Act like it.”
His brows furrow at that, not responding.
He leaves the room before this could escalate any further, telling you to calm down first, which naturally sets you off even more.
You weren’t done with this conversation but realising he won’t continue you this, you decide to back off.
You’re mad at him and you’re going to show him.
While he’s in the bathroom, you grab your things from the bedroom and bring them over to the couch.
After he’s done getting ready for bed, he walks out and sees you sprawled out on the couch, cuddled up with your pillow, clinging onto it, the way you usually would to him.
He lets out a sigh, he can’t see your face, but that sound aggravated you even more.
Zayne sits down next to you, you don’t look at him.
“Do we have to do this?”
You don’t answer, he stills for a moment before getting back up.
Your lips tremble, seeing how quickly he gave up but to your surprise he comes back with his own blanket and pillow in hand.
“It’s going to get cramped. But I don’t mind, if you insist on sleeping here.”
“Zayne, I wanna sleep alone.”
He shakes his head, putting his things down next to yours.
“We might’ve disagreed but I don’t want the day to end like this. If you don’t want to talk to me right now, that’s fine. But don’t push me away, please.”
You stay silent at first, not knowing what to say.
Your heart feels a little warmer,
“Almost forgot you can be thoughtful, after all.”
He chuckles at your snarky comment, showing he’s not irritated.
You push your pillow lower, making your eyes visible to him.
Your eyebrows are still furrowed but he can tell your gaze softened.
You turned away and scooted over, making some space for him.
He took the hint and laid down next to you.
You’re lying in the dark, breathing slowly, starting to miss your boyfriend even tho he’s right next to you.
It’s not like you enjoyed fighting with him, especially with how apathetic he could be when he thought he was right.
You knew he didn’t say any of those things with malice, he was worried and that was his way of expressing it.
Unable to sleep due to the emotional and slight physical distance to your boyfriend, the thoughts running through your mind and the tiny couch you were sharing with your freakishly tall partner, you opened your eyes again.
“Zayne?”
You whispered, being quiet in case he had already fallen asleep.
He hummed in response and you shimmied back a bit, wanting to feel him,
“I don’t want to fight anymore…”
He shuffled, wrapping one arm around your waist loosely, not wanting to overstep,
“I’m glad. Me neither.”
His voice was low, not disturbing the quiet.
“Do you think we could go back to the bedroom?”
You heard him exhale a laugh,
“If you’d like to.”
You nodded, still not turning around.
Before you could say anything else, Zayne spoke up again,
“I’m sorry. I overstepped earlier. I have no right to tell you what to do. However, I only want the best for you, even though I might not be the best at expressing that at times.”
You turned around, looking up at him in the dark, and he was still able to make out your features,
“I’m sorry, too. I wasn’t willing to hear you out at all.”
“The same goes for me. I wasn’t offering solutions, I was just lecturing you.”
Leaning your head against his chest, you snuggled closer,
“Honestly, you had some valid points. I should spend more time with you whenever I finally have some free time.”
Zayne cradled your head,
“Don’t feel forced to. I just think I could make you food whenever you home, you don’t have to get junk food. In hindsight, there’s nothing wrong with indulging once in a while.”
You nodded,
“Yeah, sounds like a good plan.”
The two of you basked in each other’s presence like this for a little while longer, before Zayne dragged you back to bed.
His main priority is looking after you, his love for you is unrivalled but he’s still new to all of this, he’s trying.
Caleb
You and Caleb rarely fought.
Ever since you were younger, Caleb was always willing to bend to your whims.
He’d always back down and let you have your way.
Whether it’d be about who got to go first in a game, who got to sit in the passenger seat of the car or who had to clean up after playtime.
The older you two got, the more serious your fights became at times but Caleb would still back down, wait for you to let your anger out at him.
Obviously, whenever he could, he’d try to mediate.
He never wanted to fight with you, it was the worst.
There was this irrational fear in his mind, that whenever you were mad at him, you’d leave, hating him, never wanting to see him again.
He knew it was stupid, unrealistic but he much preferred your loud anger, yelling at him, staring him in the face, not turning away and ignoring him.
It was the same reason he’s never truly been angry at you.
Yeah, he’s been irritated because of careless things you’ve done but that comes from a place of concern.
He loves you too much, feels too much for you to ever show his anger, however that doesn’t mean the mask doesn’t slip sometimes.
Still, he wouldn’t keep arguments going.
He’d serve as an outlet for your anger, he’d let you get everything off your chest and whenever he wanted to bring something up that bothered him, he’d do it in a way you wouldn’t notice his true feelings.
So, whenever it did come to an argument, you knew it was serious to him. But you simply weren’t used to having him not agree with you, especially because you knew you were in the right about this.
Well, so you’d say, if you could recall what “this” was.
You don’t even remember what the fight was about, you two have just been spiralling from one thing to the other for a while now. The tension was starting to become unbearable.
Especially because Caleb was doing what he’s always done, taking whatever you throw at him and just accepting it.
He’s willing to be the bad guy in your eyes, as long as it meant keeping you safe.
And you were starting to grow sick of it.
Caleb would never raise his voice at you, he’d never intentionally do anything that could hurt you, whether it be emotionally or physically.
A stark contrast to how you’ve been shouting at him for the past 20 minutes.
Everything was so different now, it was like you were both speaking a different language. Not like when you two were kids, not when it felt like it was you and him against the world.
You didn’t want him to just stand there and take it while standing his ground, insisting he knew better than you.
It was starting to drive you crazy, so the next thing you knew, was you angrily stomping out of the room.
Caleb stood in the living room, unmoving.
Replaying the argument in his mind, trying to think of where he went wrong.
As he was standing there, starting to wallow in self pity, you returned.
He was thinking of how to solve the situation, when he noticed the blanket and pillow you were holding.
You waltzed straight past him, plopping down on the couch, fluffing up your pillow in silence.
“Pipsqueak, c’mon.”
Not looking at him, still preparing your newly decided sleeping spot, you answer,
“We’ll talk in the morning. I don’t wanna be near you right now.”
His eyes widened slightly, moving towards you but keeping his distance, as to not set you off more.
“I understand that but I don’t want you to go to sleep upset.”
At that, you paused for a moment, fingers hovering over the pillow you were still adjusting, before you collected yourself and went to busy your hands again,
“It’s a little late for that.”
You heard a thud near you and you quickly looked up, worried.
You saw Caleb on his knees in front you, head hanging low,
“I’m sorry. You’re rightfully upset but please, let me fix this.”
You sighed, lying down.
“Caleb, go to sleep. We’re not doing this right now.”
Once he looked up at you, you felt your resolve waver. Just why did he have to resemble a kicked puppy so much?
You turned around, not letting your wet dog of a boyfriend get to you.
“Okay, I love you. Sleep well.”
He said but he got up really slowly, hoping you’d change your mind after all.
He went into your shared bedroom, leaving the door open behind him.
Caleb tried to sleep, he really did but he’s been laying awake for the past two hours.
It felt wrong to sleep without you in his arms. The right side of the bed shouldn’t be cold; you shouldn’t be away from him, especially after such a long time apart.
He didn’t want you to be mad at him, he didn’t even want to fight with you but you were just so stubborn.
Why couldn’t you just see he was trying to protect you?
He stopped his train of thought, knowing it was just putting him in a worse mood.
Surely, you were asleep by now, right?
And you’ll have cooled off by the time you woke up.
So, you definitely wouldn’t blame him if he joined you on the couch, would you? He just missed you so much, he couldn’t sleep without you.
He quietly walked into the living room, not wanting to wake you up.
When he saw you there, lying all by yourself, he felt something in his chest tighten.
It made him feel like he was a little boy again, like you were right here but so far out of his reach.
So, fragile and vulnerable, like if he touched you, you’d break, disappear.
He was pulled out of his thoughts, when you mumbled quietly in your sleep,
“…caleb, don’t..”
He couldn’t make out what else you were saying, but you were thinking like him, even in your sleep.
He never wanted you to go to sleep upset.
He slid in under the covers with you, wrapping his arms around you.
He couldn’t stand being away from you too long, he needed to make sure you were real, that you were with him.
And with that thought, he finally managed to drift off to sleep.
Sylus
This was the angriest you had ever been at Sylus.
He prided himself on being a man of his word, keeping all his promises, especially the ones he made to you.
So, when he showed up again after 4 days, you were making sure he knew how mad you were.
He had promised you, he wouldn’t repeat what happened with Tulla Island.
He wouldn’t disappear without saying anything, he wouldn’t leave you wondering whether he was dead or alive, but that’s exactly what he did.
He send you a cryptic message the morning of, not answering when you tried to figure out what he meant.
Mephisto was still around, but he was no help either.
So, when you decided to pull up to the base 2 days in, having Luke and Kieran explain to you, that your boyfriend had to leave on urgent business that they couldn’t elaborate on, you felt many things at once.
You’d been seething until he showed back up, acting like nothing happened.
“You promised, Sylus.”
He was sitting, while you were pacing around the bedroom, anger evident in your voice.
“This time was different. I didn’t leave without a trace. You ended up asking the twins, no?”
You stopped in your tracks, looking at him in outrage,
“And they were no help at all! I didn’t know where you were, I didn’t know what you were up to, actually, I still don’t know!”
He was trying to be understand and pragmatically approach the situation but you weren’t putting up with this.
“Sylus, you’re not listening to me at all. How many more times are you planning on pulling something like this?“
He raised a brow at you, having a hard time hiding his amusement, you thought he was mocking you, when in reality he felt relieved to know you cared about him so much,
“This isn’t much different from you leaving for your missions. You don’t tell me where you’re going, either.”
You crossed your arms,
“You can’t be serious. You can utilise your stupid resources and figure out where I am, you find a way everytime. It’s either Mephie showing up or you! How is that fair?”
He propped his chin up on his palm, looking at you with hooded eyes,
“Those resources are open to you, too, sweetie. What’s mine is yours. Besides, don’t you know the saying? Where there’s a will, there’s a way. Maybe you weren’t trying hard enough.”
You couldn’t deal with his sarcasm, not when you’d been worried for the past four days, wondering if he was alright, whether this was his way of disappearing out of your life after all, still feeling the anxiety you had the last time this happened.
The smugness on his face was just pissing you off more.
“Can’t you be considerate of my feelings for once? Is it fun to you to see me suffer like this? Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you.”
You knew you didn’t mean any of the things you just said, he knew you didn’t mean any of it, he was always bending over backwards to accommodate you.
His love for you was unconditional and whenever he kept you in the dark, it was for your own sake.
But his usual teasing was just setting you off.
You were getting more animated by the second, the realisation of how you had been feeling for the past few these really settling itself in your mind.
Sylus was just silently watching, not saying anything but seems like that was also not quite the right choice, as his silence irritated you as well.
At some point, Sylus started answering. His patience started to run thin, while it would never run out when it came to you, he didn’t appreciate the tone you were using with him.
He stood up in the middle of your sentence, walking towards the door,
“What, so you’re just going to walk away now?!”
“Yes. Before either of us say something we’ll both regret.”
And with that, he was out of the door.
You watched, dumbfounded.
Your firsts clenched, you felt like he wasn’t taking you seriously.
He was definitely underestimating your level of pettiness.
-
Sylus had left your apartment, thinking of how to make it up to you.
He understood why you felt the way that you did and he never meant to leave you worried but sometimes ignorance was bliss.
Admittedly, his business ended up taking longer than expected.
He originally wanted to be back sooner, before you even knew it but things played out more complicated.
Still, you should know he was essentially undefeated.
There was nothing, that could stop him from coming back home to you.
So, coming back to just to see you hurt like this, because of him, made his heart break.
He also didn’t dislike your angry side, he liked seeing you give into your emotions, showing what you truly thought.
What he didn’t like, was seeing you talk yourself into a spiral without letting him get a word in.
He thought it would be for the best to leave you to cool off, while he tried to get back into your good graces.
Now, what he didn’t expect upon his return into your bedroom, was the emptiness on your side of the bed.
He walked into the living room with quick steps.
And there you were, in all your glory, hogging the entire couch, duvet, comforter, multiple pillows, plushies included.
You were on your phone, paying him no mind.
“What’s the big idea, kitten?”
You just hummed, turning to lay on your stomach, kicking your feet up in the air, tapping away on your phone,
“I’m mad at you, so I’m sleeping here tonight. Good night.”
The laugh he let out vexed you even more, and of course, he noticed that.
“That’s funny, sweetie. Come now, get up.”
When you didn’t move, the corners of his mouth curled up in an entertained smirk.
He walked over to you and stopped right next to the couch, towering over you.
“Don’t make me say it again, kitten.”
You didn’t miss the amused lilt in his voice.
You barely spared him a glance,
“Sylus, I don’t want to sleep in the same place as you tonight. You managed for the past four days, I’m sure you’ll be able to handle it today as well.”
He let out a huff,
“My, that’s too bad.”
You thought that meant, he’d leave you be, so imagine the surprised noise you let out, as he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder.
“Sylus, you jerk! I’m not joking around with you!”
Sylus tightened his grip on you, as you started thrashing around,
“I know.”
Your escape attempts were futile, he carried you back into the bedroom and dropped you onto your bed,
“You can be mad at me, scream at me but you don’t get to avoid me. That won’t make things right.”
You jutted out your lower lip, feeling vulnerable all of a sudden,
“You don’t get to lecture me right now.”
You rolled over onto his side of the bed and hid under his covers.
The bed dipped, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him but not taking the blanket off your head,
“You’re right. But I don’t want the love of my life to feel even more alone than they already have for the past four days.”
You slowly lifted the blanket off your face, not looking up at him,
“Allow me to mend things between us.”
You scoffed,
“There’s nothing broken…”
“Then, let me show you just how much I adore you.”
Damn that smooth talker.
