#miri_writes

He already knew something was wrong the moment you walked into his room. Well he is an investigator, the best in the world.

Furthermore, from the outset it was suspicious because he had taken the night off - for once - and it was you who had insisted on taking time out together.

His dark eyes followed your silhouette attentively as you walked slowly to the desk chair where you placed your jacket.

Without a sound, his eyes followed your slow pace towards the adjoining bathroom.

He waited for you to come out of the bathroom, followed by the steam from the quick shower you had just taken, more out of necessity than desire. If it wasn't for the respect you had for him, you wouldn't have even bothered to take the damn shower.

He waited until you finally sat down on the edge of the bed, not even bothering to get under the covers straight away, to say "Y/n, you feeling alright ? You look strange… out of it."

Of course true to form he was very direct about the question, no point in hiding what you both already know very well.

You sighed, thinking you could avoid it, but you knew he knew.

After you had left a silence before answering, he had also quickly understood that you weren't in the mood to talk, not that you didn't want to, but that you didn't have the strength.

He approached gently so as not to startle you and wrapped his arms around your torso, remembering the studies he had read about the calming power of physical contact over words.

And just as he had hoped, you relaxed, leaning back against his chest, letting a breath of relief slip from your lips.

“I did the right thing looking into this subject, it finally came in handy,” he thought, holding you a little tighter against him.

“If you want to talk about it, I'm here,” he added, hoping not to rush you.

You turned in his embrace, and he tightened his arms around you to make you even more comfortable.

His lips delivered a long kiss to the side of your head, which gave you a little more of the comfort you needed.

With you now nestled in his arms he shuffled farther on the bed, so he could comfortably lie down with you still in his arms.

You let him guide you, breathing peacefully in his scent once you both lie side by side, your back tightly pressed against his stomach.

“T-thank you,” you hiccuped as a few tears slid down your cheeks and onto his forearm.