"You okay?"
Anti instantly spots your discomfort.
"You're not pregnant, are you?"
"I don't think so."
You smile wearily at his question.
"Just a weird dream."
"Tell me about it."
Anti suddenly shoots up, eyeing you much more carefully.
"It's fine."
You drop your smile, but not your act.
"Y/n."
He warns, grimly staring at you.
"Don't lie to me."
You bite your lip, nervously considering your options.
If Anti was worried, something was definitely wrong.
"I was nowhere... anywhere I looked, there would be nothing."
You carefully watch Anti's reaction. He growls, looking away to think.
"Your skin turned another colour, didn't it?"
He questions, still not facing you.
"Yes."
You quickly decided to tell nothing but the truth.
"Was he there?"
Anti asks, referring to Dark with a snarl.
"He was."
You nod your head even though no one saw.
"I'll fucking kill him."
Anti says, quietly shaking his head.
He repeats the phrase, much louder and more aggressive.
"Anti-"
"Did he hurt you?"
Anti faces back towards you.
Instead of verbally answering him, you roll your sleeve up to show him Dark's nail wound.
They were surprisingly deep.
Anti moves towards you to examine the wound. He gently runs his fingers over the dips, tickling you slightly in the process.
Getting mad, Anti cusses one more time.
"Tell me straight away, next time."
He demands, enraged by your attempts to lie to him.
"I will."
You answer immediately, feeling panicked by the amount of anger being shown by Anti.
Before the panic grows, Anti calmly continues to run his fingers over the damage that Dark caused with his nails.
"I didn't mean to... scare you."
His anger morphs into sadness; he lets his head fall onto your shoulder.
"It's fine, sh."
You whisper lightly, wrapping an arm around him.
"It's not fine, I got angry with you for no reason."
He hooks an arm around you, too.
There was yet another comfortable silence during Anti's small breakdown.
You ran a hand through his hair slowly.
When he didn't get better, you decided to quietly hum a tune.
There was a long pause as he listened to you.
After this pause, Anti joins in with the humming himself.
A safe, soft feeling spread through you as Anti began to sway side to side- like a posh ballroom dance.
The humming had to be broken up by a loud knock on the door.
"Who is that?"
You ask, tearing yourself away from Anti and heading towards the door.
"I don't know..."
Anti mumbles, pacing behind you.
