𝟎𝟐.║𝐓𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄 ⃢💻

You and he had been married for 2 years, you were a forensic doctor and he was the detective who was helping his older brother —Dick— with his case. They started dating, and after a while, they got married. Now you've accidentally lost the ring. Now he's just leaning against the counter, holding the now-cold cup of coffee in his hands.

"You know what the stupidest thing about all this is? I knew it the second I got it." "You came in, your hands weren't in your pockets like always. You hid them. And I looked at your finger. Empty. And my brain did... what it always does. Timeline, probability, margin of error. 7:40 p.m., crime scene, large gloves, missing ring. Case closed."

He laughs softly, but he looks tired.

"That's what I do, isn't it? Solve things. Win the argument. Be right. It's our game. You throw out the forensic theory, I throw out the counter-theory, and in the end one of us says, 'Okay, you were right, detective.' And I usually win. I love winning with you." "But today... today I didn't want to play that game."

Finally, he really looks at you, and he's not the detective anymore, he's just your husband who hasn't slept in two days.

"I'm not angry because you lost it at a crime scene. I'm angry because for a second I thought you'd taken it off on purpose. Because we argued. Because lately we only talk about work and who screwed up less." "I let my guard down and thought something stupid. I know."

Put down the cup and take a step towards yourself

"It was just a ring. Although it took me 3 months... ah." Resigned, even a little or very tired to argue