And he knows it before he even sees the tears start to fall, because he knows you like no other.
He sees it in the way that your fists clench in the middle of the minor argument, your face flushes red as you huff out a ‘fine, whatever ed’ and saunter off to bed.
He knows when he lays down that it hasn’t gone over particularly well, you laying as far as possible on the opposite side of the bed, curled up under the covers angrily.
He takes one look at you and chews absentmindedly on his bottom lip, deciding the best course of actions.
He lays down beside you, gently tugging your huddled form backwards to his chest, eliciting a surprised squeak from you, wrapping his arms around you regardless. “Sh,” he soothes, tucking his head into the nape of your neck, “‘S just me.”
You sigh, and wait until he falls asleep for the quiet little sobs to start falling from your lips, worried that you’d ruined things with the petty fight earlier.
You don’t realize how loud you’ve gotten until he snuffles into your hair, strewn out over the pillow, his arm tightening around you subconsciously.
It’s then that he feels the tremors of you trying to suppress your sobs, and he nearly jolts awake.
"Hey babe, are you okay?” He asks, fingers tapping down your arm to turn you to him, where he’s met with your tearstreaked, flushed cheeks and quivering lip.
You shake your head, another broken sounding sob choking its way out of your raw throat.
He makes a sympathetic hum, his soft hands coming up to gently push the tears away with callused fingertips. “I’m not mad,” he says simply, reading your expression. “I’m not mad.”
You nod, nudging your face into the soft ridge of his collarbone, smelling the leftover cologne and musky scent that he seemed to carry. He tucks you closer, hooking his chin lightly over your shoulder.
“Just sleep,” he suggests, palm spanning your back soothingly as the cries subside, “I’ve got you, we can talk about it in the morning, yeah?”
You nod again into his fair skin, because you know he’s right—that you’ll be able to work it out together, because him, this, you—is all worth it.
