#hopefully that’ll still be true tomorrow 👀

[3amfanfiction]

“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“You fuckin’ wot?”

You whip around in fury, pinning him with a steely gaze, “I didn’t fucking stutter, Simon Riley.” You snarl through gritted teeth. “After that shitshow of a dinner, I don’t want to even look at you. You’ll be sleeping out here.”

You hear him inhale as you walk towards the bedroom. If he thinks you’re going to stick around and continue this conversation any further he’s definitely come home with brain damage from his latest deployment.

The bedroom door rattles unsatisfactorily as it’s slammed closed.