Trigger Warning : Depression, Disassociation

"Klavier, I'm home!"

Your fiance watched as you slid your heels off and chucked them, one by one at the couch through the doorway. Slurring a form of swears and curses under your breath about how much your feet hurt and how bad your work day had been, your demeanor cleared up in almost actress record time. Grinning at you,you caught the look on his face and intended to swipe his smile off his gob, so you could use his lips for their proper purpose. Leaning over the kitchen counter, the pair of you shared a quick peck like you always did when one another returned from work. Briefly scanning the scene of pots and pans everywhere, as well as about 3 cookbooks and recipes open on the tablet, squinting gave your doubt away all too quickly. Peering over the tall man's shoulder, you pretended to see something in the window, so perhaps he would feel a little more easy going about you spying on his cooking. Slowly pulling your hair tie out to free locks of hair, the question had to come out. Spinning round, he felt arms feel around his sides and snake up his back. Tearing his eyes away from the tablet screen for a second, they matched up with yours. You were shorter than him, the perfect height to rest your head on his broad chest."What are you doing?"

"Cooking, Schatzi... What are you doing?" Failing to stifle a giggle, you weren't exactly full of honeyed words. He wasn't one to cook, hence all the reminders of perfection and study surrounding him. Withdrawing yourself, your backs leant on the counter, beside one another.

Klavier couldn't take his blue eyes off your face. Grinning to the point where dimple-like marks pierced your cheeks, but not enough so it looked ingenuine. A woman who loved him.Not like any of those useless groupies from the Gavinners heydays. He pondered why he deserved such a beautiful thing. A willing suitor to help him fulfill his dream of having a family. A proper family. "What are you thinking about?"

His trail of thought was halted. The question had been a little intrusive, sure, but one you deserved the answer to, nonetheless. Before he could answer, a familiar squeal was heard. You switched the heat right down, trying to save his bratwurst from charring. He didn't even flinch. Klavier had gone a little...Weird. Depressed and down. He seemed distant. Your puppy dog eyes broke his heart in two. The underlying pain in his skull kicked right in. Suddenly, the counter behind him felt numb, as if he was leaning on a void. Cocking your head on your neck, the spit you just swallowed in your throat was like a clap of thunder to Klavier. Hanging his head in his hands, hiding away wasn't going to solve the problem. "Speak to me" Your call was almost like a plea. It was as if he was beside you, but it wasn't him. Murmuring something under his breath, his hands hung out loosely to find your body. He hadn't visited the clinic like he said he would. Your warm skin under the palms of his hands may have been felt by him, but it didn't mean it existed. He put it down to severe exhaustion every time.

Thankfully, his blurry vision focused after a few moments. Pulling you close, he buried his tanned face into the crook of your neck. Raking strands of hair between his fingers, they were really there, much to his relief. He was really here. You were there.

He had been suffering these delusions since the incarceration of his older brother 3 months ago. It was really taking its toll. Finally, he stuttered something, holding your head delicately between his fingertips.

It was your name.