Author: onemorefanaccount
Upon entering the house, the muffled voices from the movie you were watching were the only sound Ross could detect. He sluggishly made his way through the hall until he finally reached the lounge room where he spotted you sitting snugly on the couch with your arms wrapped tightly around a pillow.
Ross couldn't help but let a smile take over, the mere sight of you filling his stomach with butterflies.
It wasn't until he took a few steps towards you that he realised you had tears streaming down your face and that you were trying to contain a sob. With his expression suddenly filled with worry, he quickly made his way to your side.
"Come here," he whispered, slipping an arm around your shoulders as he immediately pulled you into his chest. Ross kissed the top of your head as you buried your face in his neck.
Feeling your warm tears meet his skin, he sighed deeply and started to rub your back.
"Did you want to talk about it?" he questioned you softly.
Clenching his shirt in your fists, you pressed yourself against him as much as you could. "You'll think it's stupid," you sniffed, finally answering after a moment of silence.
Ross' movements stopped briefly at your reply before continuing to trace patterns over your shirt. "If it made you cry, it's obviously not."
"You're going to laugh at me," you continued.
"Of course I won't," he insisted.
Closing your eyes, you shifted your head so you were facing away from him while still resting it on his shoulder. "I didn't expect her to die," you muttered, your voice barely audible.
"Who d-" he cut himself off, you could feel his body shift as he turned his head to look at the screen. "In the movie?" he guessed. Nodding bashfully, you bit your lip as Ross sighed once more. "(Y/N), you really scared me. Seeing you-" cutting himself off, he gripped you tighter.
As the credits started to roll and the music got louder, your vision blurred once more-the tears pooling in your eyes.
Pulling away from Ross, you quickly wiped your eyes. "I'm sorry," you said. "I told you it was stupid."
A small, sweet smile formed, "Don't apologise. Did you want to tell me about the movie?" he asked you. "Or we can find something else, maybe something lighthearted?" he suggested, reaching a hand across to wipe away the tears you had missed.
"I'd really like that," you said, referring to the latter, your own smile finally forming.
Gently, Ross used his fingers tips to trace your lips, "That's much better," he murmurs before pressing soft kiss against your temple.
