𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖗 | ᴄᴏʀᴘꜱᴇ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ x ᴏᴄ | ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏɴᴇ

The Slow Dancing In The Dark

Jack wasn't sure of what to expect when Violet texted him one morning about a week later. He had been up all night playing on Karl's stream and only briefly was aware, if only due to his lack of sleep, that she had gotten up early and gotten onto a conference call.

Wife🌺:

Lol fuck today amirite? haha 🤬👹😖

"rOoMmAtE"🙄:

You okay baby?

He still hadn't received a reply from her, and that had been an hour or so ago. He could still hear multiple faint voices coming from the direction of her room though, so he assumed she was still in a meeting. She had never really texted him like that before so he could only assume the worst.

Once he logged off Discord with Karl he decided it couldn't hurt to go pick up some food for her. If she was having this bad of a day already, he wanted to try his best to make it more manageable for her. He quickly changed into something warmer, as the air was beginning to chill, especially today, and spritzed on his new cologne, hoping this one would still hold the same effect the old one did on her. He placed a clean towel in the dryer for her incase she decided to shower to feel better, cursing himself for not turning the heat on yet, and set it to freshen on high temp before he popped on his mask and hoodie and headed out to the bodega down the corner. He couldn't help but be grateful that living near downtown meant he never had to travel far, though he did miss his long cathartic solo drives around the city.

He got home not too long after as it hadn't been incredibly busy there. He had no idea what to get her initially but the staff was exceptionally friendly and helpful when he had questioned what coffee or tea drink would be best to make her shitty day not so shit. He knew next to nothing about the mixology of nonalcoholic beverages so they had recommended a few different things but eventually he settled on the London fog for her, a hot chai for himself, and a few everything bagels with plain cream cheese for them to share. He hoped that she would like the drink, remembering when she had told him about living in London. He knew it had nothing really to do with that, but maybe telling her that's why he had chosen it would make her laugh, or at least smile.

The water was running in the bathroom, so he set the drinks and food down on the counter, grasping his own and taking a sip. The hot chai soothed his aching throat from all the chatting and laughing with Karl all night, while the steam from the bathroom- draped in the scent of all her fruity floral shower products- enveloped him as he walked back into his room to scroll on Twitter while he waited. Still no text back. Had he done something to upset her? Maybe he had been too loud last night and kept her up? He hoped not. The last thing he wanted to do was argue. He hated disappointing her.

He pulled up Twitter and cringed at the number on the notifications tab. Not much had happened overnight though so he scrolled through and liked a few fan selfies, or fan art, and a few memes people had made before he heard the shower shut off. He smiled as he got up and retrieved the towel in the dryer, hoping it would do just the trick.

"Oy, um I heated up one of those oversized towels in the dryer for you." He said softly as he knocked on the bathroom door, unable to see the surprised expression on Violet's face. She opened it slightly and stuck her hand out. He handed it to her and she emerged seconds later wrapped in it almost like a blanket, it was slung over her head and wrapped around her face, arms, and body, it covered her, though just barely. Her eyes were closed as she absorbed the warmth, the cool air from the hallway now sending goosebumps up her legs. When she opened them Jack could see the slight red lining them. Had she been crying?? Fuck, something really had happened earlier.

"Thank you so much." She said, never had he heard her voice softer.

"Of course. Are you okay?" Jack reached his hand out and ran it down her arm beneath the hot towel, feeling a weak shrug as she gently moved past him to her bedroom to get changed. His chest ached. She was really having a bad day. He wished he had done something more than bagels and tea now.