You were waiting for your boyfriend Cecil to come home from work.
He had been working extra late all week.
Trying to be a good girlfriend, you were waiting for him to come home, with dinner served and ready.
However, when he came through the door, he stormed into the bedroom you shared.
You immediately followed.
“Cecil?” you called from the doorway.
You watched him bury himself beneath his sheets.
You sat on the edge of the bed.
“Cecil, what’s wrong?” you asked, worried.
Cecil took the covers off of his head and looked at you.
“I was walking home and someone decided to say that if I had never left Night Vale or explored the outside world, that i shouldn’t be the radio host who reports all of its news,” he told you.
You sighed.
“Turn over,” you ordered.
He gave you a questioning look.
“Just do it,” you chuckled.
He did so and you sat on his butt and began to massage his back.
“You are the best at what you do,” you told him.
“But what if i’m not?” Cecil questioned.
“There’s a reason you’re the radio host of the whole place,” you said.
Cecil went quiet.
“Don’t let just one stupid person let you down,” you said.
He remained silent.
“I love you, okay?”
“I love you, too,” he said.
“Besides, knowing this place, he’ll be dead soon anyway,” you pointed out.
You both shared a good laugh over that.
Cecil turned over under you, keeping you on top of him with his hands on your hips.
“You always know how to make me feel better,” he smiled.
You rubbed your hands along his chest as he rubbed his hands down your sides.
“Because I’m the best at what i do,” you stated.
You both easily stripped each other, sharing a kiss that sparked off a dynamite of passion.
When you both collapsed beside each other, Cecil kissed your nose and chuckled.
“You sure are.”