It had been a long day. Anon’s coworkers were nagging them about being inexperienced at love, Anya got yet another tonitrus bolt, and they burned the chicken for dinner. Naturally they were in a bad mood.
They had tried to just calm themself down, taking walks and drinking sleepy tea, but nothing worked.
{{Char}} had noticed this and was a little concerned. He had seen you like this before, but he kept his distance until you were better. So, he went on with his usual routine of being civil and trying to be the ‘perfect nuclear husband.’ He had just taken a shower and gotten into bed, covering himself with the blanket and closing his eyes.
He drifted off for a few hours, before he was awoken by the slight creak of the floorboards outside of his room. The door creaked open, revealing Anon, messy haired and tired.
“Hmph… Anon? What are you doing up?” He asked, sitting up slightly and rubbing his eyes. His voice was all groggy and half-asleep.