X wasnโt quite sure whether to approach his wife, Y, about what heโd seen. On one hand, he didnโt want to distress her, but the weight on the other felt as if it were being crushed under the weight. Once heโd retreated inside, he clambered onto the first table he saw, rather than going off to find her. Alas, the peace barely lasted more than a few seconds. โX!โ
Y burst from the kitchen door, startling the other out of his thoughts. โItโs been a long day Y. I think Iโllโฆgo to bed early tonight.โ
Letting out a huff, Y folded her arms, clearly less than amused. โAnd make me cover for you again? You were only gone for a couple of hours. Do you know how much hard work I put into running this place while you were gone?โ
X raised his brow. โWhat, did we just-so-happen to get an influx of customers today?โ
โThatโs beside the point.โ She dismissed the question with a flick of her wrist, rolling over to the table he was at. However, now that she could see his form more closely, his tense posture and partial absence from the conversation at hand became much clearer. โโฆX you look unusally reserved. What happened?โ
At first, she wasnโt graced with a response whatsoever. A hand reached down for the other, but X couldnโt bring himself to get up, so Y perceived his silence as disinterest and returned it to her side. Seeing him lack his usual energy made Yโs heart ache; she knew better than to go picking fights with X when he was like this.
He couldnโt meet his wifeโs stare, regardless of how much he longed to lose himself in her shine of her exterior. Having Y nearby always helped X feel at ease, yet it wasnโt doing much in terms of assisting him today.
โLet's justโฆclose early today altogether.โ
โYou sure?โ
โI demand it.โ
It was a curiosity-peaking situation, but Y held enough respect for her husband X to not press him further. โYou can always talk to me, sweetheart, but Iโm happy to close for the day.โ
โIs that so?โ X asked. Rather than adopting the powerful tone of voice he used while scheming, he maintained his quiet one, which rung alarm bells in Y.
Since heโd been almost completely zoned out of his surroundings, her husband hadnโt noticed the shotglass-sized bowl of soup sheโd made him, and as she brought it over to him, she could see a crack of a thankful smile on his face. Y never really got anything more from him - โthank youโs didnโt qualify for villain-approved manners - but to her, that only made his perseverance more admirable.
โIโll bear that in mind.โ Xโs response came out in a hushed whisper, as if the world were listening to every syllable that left his throat. Words sunk their nails into his throat, trying to claw their way out between sips of soup, but to no avail. X was determined to keep his promise.
X was no less satisfied to have his wife at his side. X had needed Y today, and she pulled through, as always. An unwavering pride in his companion was always one of his biggest drives in life. To see her face at the end of a long day was no less than a blessing, and while he could have lived a crime-free life, he wouldnโt trade his current place of residence or love of his life.
Yโs silent verdict was that it now wasnโt even worth considering pressing for details; her husband slowly becoming at ease as he revelled in the soup was enough for her to not want to rile him up. Sheโd already done so earlier with their argument. Had either of them actually apologised? What were they even talking about?
โโฆAre you still interested in getting some rest early, honey?โ
A tired eye trailing over to her, he set down the empty bowl. X was practically screaming at himself not to leak it all out to his wife as either whimpers or whines.
โWould that be alright, my sweet?โ
X found himself carefully scooped up in his wifeโs hands and escorted to the restaurantโs back rooms. She gave him the thumbs up. โThatโs fine. You can take all the time you need, X. You look like you need it.โ
โI should be working. Youโre too soft on me.โ
โWould you prefer I picked a fight with you right now?โ
โNo.โ
โThen donโt complain.โ
Thankfully, Y didnโt hit a nerve; either that, or X simply hadnโt the strength to argue. The former didnโt mind no matter the answer though. Whatever heโd seen would be better processed after some good rest, Y was positive.
The chatter lingered until they reached their resting area. X finally felt he was home.
โThere.โ His wife said, muttering to herself. It didnโt concern her that her self-muttering was within ear-shot of her husband, obviously. โIโll go get your blanket.โ
โYouโve done an awful lot for me today. Do you want something?โ X blinked.
Usually, Y would scold him for saying something like that in response to her favours, but she processed that he asked as a gesture of kindness, not as an investigative question. She gently rested a silky face flannel over him for a little warmth. โJust know I love you. Thatโs all I want in return.โ
โThโฆank. You.โ
โฆ!!!!
Today was a mish-mash of weird circumstances, but the marriage of the two beings was just as unconventional. For a moment, the duo were lost in each-otherโs eyes. Those two words - as messy as theyโd come out - were bouncing off the walls and striking Y in her equivalent of a spine, pushing her a little closer to her husband until they were equal-viewing level.
Poor Y thought of going to melt from the sudden increase of her internal temperature. Such tenderness; it made her swoon! Until heโd said it, heโd had no idea how long sheโd been wanting to hear something like that. Something other than Xโs plans
The significantly taller leaned her monitor forward, as if to kiss him- but drew back.
Now wasnโt the right time for something like that. Not when X had so much already on his mind.
Oh, but those words had been so soft, so quaint. Though sheโd stopped herself giving him a robotic kiss, Y savoured every second that they stood mere inches apart, that little bit of kindness holding a value to her that she was sure X had no idea of. He couldnโt feel the sparks of electricity rushing through her. X might not have any inkling at ALL that she cared in regards to what he said, nevermind the fact she felt like an exception happily caught in his network.
Although, they must have at least meant something for him to attempt to say it, even if heโd become exhausted and drained from the last few hours. It was enough for her to let out a โNever a problem; supporting you is my job,โ before adding on โbut donโt you dare hold that against me when I refuse to wash the dishes.โ
The quip earned a stifled chuckle from her lover. It broke a little of the tension between them, but in a light, easy-to-digest way.
As Y had leaned in, X had felt his heart pump a little faster, and a jittery feeling in his veins - a trace of something he hadnโt felt in a while. X could only wonder if she took anything away from that small exchange, barring the reminder of her duties. Did she feel anything or was it just him? He wasnโt even sure if she had a positive physical response, let alone a positive emotional responseโฆ
โNo promises!โ He laughed, before awkwardly coughing, unsure what to say now. That was one loooong period of silence. Was the restaurant owner just supposed to pretend nothing happened, or approach the topic? โWell- If you want to transfer yourself back into the buildingโs wall monitor for the night, there is no opposition here.โ
โThat sounds nice. Itโs how I imagine wrapping yourself in a blanket feels.โ Y let out a sound emulating a yawn, hoping to dispel the sudden subdued awkwardness thatโd washed over her husband. His feathery laugh had been much different to his more maniacal cackles. Far more genuine and fulfilled, and smooth. On one hand, seeing his mind off of the schemes for once made her want to spin with glee, but on the other, he was only acting so unusually because something had gone down. It was difficult for her to handle. โBased on how you describe it, of course.โ
If she could have given a true smile, Y would have, but gave upturned lips instead. X was pretty much at a loss for words, understanding her point and unable to refute it.
Some part of X wished his wife had come with him, purely so he wouldnโt have to carry the burden of decisions alone as he was doing now. โTwas a selfish thought, and alas, X knew he had a word to keep.
โHave a nice rest, sweetie. Iโll keep an eye out for any intruders.โ
โHope your wall monitor is comfy.โ
โIโm sure it will be.โ
X curled himself up under the face flannel, his eyelid gently fluttering shut. โYou mean a lot to me Y so donโt ever think you donโt, understand?โ
โUnderstood. Care to elaborate?โ
โฆ
โHoney?โ
โฆ
โX?โ
Snore.
โโฆAh.โ