You rarely got mad.
Everyone knew that you were a very patient person who didn't snap very often. So when you did snap, evryone knew it was best not to bother you.
Today happened to be one of those days.
You were absolutley done with everyone and everything.
The fact that Sherlock was in a bad mood too didn't make it any better.
So here you were, drinking tea and watching television when you heard the front door open abrubtly and then slam closed.
You sighed as you realized Sherlock was home. You loved him, but you were a horrible combination when you're both in foul moods.
Nevertheless, you still tried to make conversation, because there is still a relationship to maintain.
"So Sherlock..... how was your day?"
You waited silently for a response and rolled your eyes when you didn't get one.
"Alright then," you mumbled under your breath as you turned back to the show.
"Don't roll your eyes, Y/N. It's very unattractive."
"And I care because..?"
"Don't start with your sass. You've been in a foul mood lately and frankly, I'm sick of it."
"Oh, because you've been such a happy camper these past few days."
You didn't wait for Sherlock to reply as you got up and made your way to your shared room with Sherlock and got into bed.
You heard a groan and then footsteps that stopped right in front of the door.
You heard a gentle knock, but you were too angry to respond.
After a few minutes of silence, Sherlock came in and quietly closed the door behind him before crawling in next to you and hugging you from behind.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled into your hair.
"These past few days have been very stressful and i understand that you've had a hard week aswell."
You sighed and turned around to face him before placing a small kiss on his nose.
"It's alright, i overreacted anyways."
"Well, why don't we both get some very well deserved sleep?"
You smiled and cuddled into his side as you let your eyes shut.
"I love you, Y/N."
"I love you too, Sherlock."
