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Ex sighs as he trudges in through the door after a hard work day at his cryptocurrency agency. Today had been exhausting. There had been a rate drop scare that the agency had to rush to fix that practically took all day to get working again. Luckily, they set it and all was running smoothly again.
They take their shoes off by the door, hang their coat up on one of the hooks by the door, and tosses its bag carelessly onto the floor. As he does all this they scan the room for any signs of their husband, Hels. Hels was something of a “stay-at-home wife.” He mainly just took care of their two chickens, Diane and Persephone, cleaned when needed, and did whatever else to keep him busy while Ex was at work. So, when it didn’t hear anything coming from the living room or kitchen, he started to get curious.
Ex wanders to the sliding glass door that leads to their backyard to see if maybe he was out with the chickens but Hels is nowhere to be seen. He decides to check if Hels’ motorcycle is still in the garage, which it is. The only leaves one room left it the house to look for his husband in, their bedroom. Ex walks through the living room and down to the end of the short hallway where their room is. They twist the doorknob and is met with something they were absolutely not expecting.
Hels is sitting at his desk, rapping into the microphone in a low, raspy voice.
“ I am unpredictable, and I find you despicable.
I'm a lyrical criminal and this battle ain't winnable -,” is all Ex hears before it slams the door shut.
What the hell was that?!
Ex isn’t given any time to think before their bedroom door opens again. Hels stands there awkwardly for a moment. They just stare at each other in silence before Hels speaks.
“Look, I can explain-”
“What was that ,” Ex interrupts, absolutely flabbergasted by the display that had just occurred in front of him.
Hels sighs, “I uh, I make… boyfriend povs…”
Once more there is silence as Ex processes what Hels had just confessed to him. Boyfriend povs? Was- was Hels not happy with their relationship? Ex’s head spins with growing insecurity in their relationship, a mix of anger and jealousy slowly coursing through his veins.
“Are– are you not happy with me- with us?” Ex accuses, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
Hels’ face scrunches in offense and a tinge of something else, “What? Ex- Honey, I could never be unhappy with you. I just thought maybe… maybe it could help us earn some extra money or something.”
Ex simply pinches his nose bridge, trying to sort out his thoughts and feelings about all this. It makes sense, I mean, but that doesn’t make it hurt less. It doesn’t make a growing worry that Ex did something to upset Hels go away. It needs space.
“Okay,” Ex says finally, after minutes of silence, “Okay, just, I think you should sleep on the couch tonight. I need… I need some time to think.”
Hels’ frown grows further, but nods silently with no protest, leaving the room and heading out to the living room. Ex walks into their bedroom and shuts the door behind it. It changes into a shirt and a pair of shorts before going to lie on their bed.
The rest of the night is spent, for both of them, wondering what will happen in the morning. Wondering if they’re going to be okay. And maybe, just a little bit, missing the warmth of the other as they sleep.