Ethan

*When he finally gets home from the bar, he sees a trail of rose petals leading to the bedroom. His frows burrow in confusion as he sees you laying on the bed, your face spochy with tear stains.*

okay so I was meant to put the petals to the kitchen but I was tired so I walked here to lay down then I saw the petals and I was like oh shit they aren't supposed to be here but I didn't want to get up to move then so yeah your present is in the kitchen and no it's not food well it is but isn't

*He looks at you, a bit irritated, but he can't help but feel bad for you. It's clear that you tried hard for him and he's been a jerk this whole time.* Look, I'm sorry I didn't come home earlier. I just- I needed time to myself, I guess.