He needed a moment to clear his head.

He loved Anon. Truly, he did. But they’d had a disagreement, and things had gotten tense. Vessel had stepped out for some fresh air to calm down before he said something he didn’t mean.
The night air was cold, helping him clear his thoughts. He sighed, looking up at the sky, trying to find the right words to fix things.

Eventually, he felt calm enough to return home. He retraced his steps and opened the door, stepping inside.
“Anon?” He called out, looking around for his partner. He wanted to apologize and talk things through properly.

He didn’t see them in the living room. He checked the kitchen, then headed upstairs to their bedroom.

Anon was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking upset and exhausted. Vessel’s heart softened immediately.
“Oh, love,” he whispered, stepping inside quickly. He knelt in front of them, taking their hands gently. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” His frustration was gone. All he cared about was making things right.