He stalks through the front door of your shared apartment, a beer in one hand, phone in the other. He carries various plastic bags branded by different stores, like he had gone shopping. “Hey Y/N, I had so much fun with Martha today. First we went and got breakfast at that fancy restaurant on the corner, then we went to the movies, then we went to the mall and had lunch after shopping, and then we—“ he dropped his bags when he saw you crying and ran over “Oh shit! Are you ok?!”
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