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Nothing frustrated Grayson Dolan more than a bad day without a distinct reason. He could rationalize certain lows. Of course he would feel shitty if he was getting dragged online, or when a video didn’t turn out the way he thought he would - he understood why he felt worse than usual.
But when it was sunny out? And his handstands had gone well that morning? And the new Wakeheart promo had increased sales? It just pissed him off that he was still dragging, still felt like he had a cloud above his head, figuratively raining on his parade of what should have been a good fucking day.
You, on the other hand, were having quite the nice afternoon. You’d gone to your favorite cafe in town just for fun, treated yourself to lunch, picked up some ingredients for a nice dinner later, and you’d even noticed one of your favorite stores had a good sale on some clothes you’d been meaning to buy. So, when you got home with a few bags on each arm and a smile, you weren’t expecting the dreary mood of the house.
“Gray? Baby?” You called out through the house, frowning when you didn’t get a response. You went in search of him after you unpacked the groceries, leaning against the doorframe when you found him in bed, curled up on his bed scrolling through TikToks.
“Hey, sorry, didn’t hear you come in,” he said, putting his phone down. There was a mellow tone to his voice that you knew well - subtle, but still a sign.
“Bad day?”
“No.” His answer was a bit defensive for your liking, but you brushed it off, moving over to the bed. You climbed up by him, sitting down beside his torso.
“Okay. Well, do you have any meetings or anything today?”
“No, just the edit later.”
“Good.” You pushed off him gently, leaving the room and heading to the storage drawers in the hallway, happy to find the blanket you were looking for in the first one you opened. You carried it outside, to the shade in the grass where you spread it out, grabbing a few of the outdoor pillows and sitting them out on it as well. It wasn’t fancy by any means, but it was sufficient enough for you to go back in the house and pull on Grayson’s arm until he got up and followed you out to the yard.
His throat tightened at the simple sight, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he just took your hand in his and squeezed, letting go only to lay down on his back with you beside him. Once you were settled he laced your fingers together again.
“See if you can see anything in the wildfire smoke,” you teased, making him nudge your side with his elbow. You named things off for a few minutes - a bunny, the number 9, a frog, the Eiffel Tower, a mug. But eventually you settled into silence that was broken by Grayson.
“I don’t know why today was shitty. It shouldn’t have been. Nothing went wrong, I just feel like shit.”
“There doesn’t have to be a reason. It’s just a bad day. Those happen to everyone,” you explained, running your thumb along his.
His throat was tight again, but he managed to say “yeah”.
“And you can ask for help when you feel like that. I’d like if you did, actually. It helps me help you.”
You kept your eyes on the sky, scanning for shapes while he looked over at you, trying to fathom what he’d done right in his life to have ended up right there in that moment with someone as amazing as you.
“I know something that would help.”
“Anything.” Your answer was immediate.
“Cuddle me.”
The innocence of his request made your heart skip, but you tried to play it off as an encouragement of him asking you for something. So you didn’t say a word as you rolled over into his body, smiling when he wrapped his arm around your shoulders to hold you to his chest as you hooked a leg around his in a bid to get closer to him.
You could feel his breath against your hair, warm and soothing as he pressed kissed to your head.
“Love you,” were the only words he could say, and he hoped you knew just how much they meant.
