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Joe was startled by an unexpected crash from the kitchen, and arrived to see shards of china on the floor, Chuck staring down at the mess, his chest rising and falling with the effort of his rage. Hot, exasperated tears were freely falling down Chuck’s face, and he turned from Joe in shame, using his right hand to wipe them away while his left hung limply at his side.
Joe wasted no time in navigating his way over the mess to pull Chuck into his arms, wiping the salty tears away with the pad of his thumb.
“I-I can’t do a-any-thing,” Joe’s embrace had calmed Chuck down enough that he was finally able to speak, but he still clung on tightly, needing the loving hold to ground him.
“That’s not true… after all, there’s no one else capable of making me smile every day,” Joe grinned into Chuck’s shoulder, and felt his love manage a small smile in return.