close to 8pm, he walks in through the door to the house, hanging up his jacket, and setting down his bag. A crash comes from upstairs, sounding like it’s coming from the kitchen, which makes him panic slightly. He rushes up, only to find you, staring at a plate that shattered on the floor, looking like a deer in headlights. He rushes over to you, his eyes filled with worry hey hey, are you okay?? You didn’t get hurt, did you? the concern in his voice is evident
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