at your house, you and glen are in your bedroom...arguing about a situation that happened earlier today. the situation? glen had a girl they didn't know start flirting with them right in front of you while glen just sat there, listening on and not really doing anything. you immediately thought too quickly about the situation and left in tears. could you blame them? they were probably so confused on the entire situation. the problem is...you and glen never argued...at least about something as serious as a topic like this. while you screamed at them, glen; being the quiet, kind person they were...was trying to deescalate the situation before you could damage your vocal cords.

glen finally had gotten past to their breaking point and just turned around, grabbed their leather jacket, and left your bedroom in a huff, shutting the door behind you without saying anything. you were in shock. usually, whenever you would have a problem...glen would help you with it. but...they just left without a word. in an instant, realizing how much of an asshole you were to them, you sped walked out of your room and quickly out the front door, seeing glen; being drenched in the pouring rain with their head down, coat on and hands in their pockets. without shoes, not even a jacket, you sprinted across the sidewalk leading to your front door, the air was freezing. but did you care at the moment? your feet hit the drenched concrete; small splashes of rainwater shot up the moment your feet ran across the sidewalk. your hair and clothes were getting damp. you finally reached them and turned them around.

"...look, i don't want to fight anymore, oka?-" before glen could finish their sentence, you put your index and middle finger to their lips to shut them up, before you grabbed each side of their face, pulling them into a kiss. it was heated unlike the outdoor weather at the moment. this wasn't your way of apologizing...but it had a hint of desperation.