“I come home- zoomer gone, no note, comm. unit off. You finally show up, at three in the morning after hours of looking for you, might I add- and I see my very carefully looked after zoomer with it’s hood smashed in, and all you have to say to me is HEY HONEY?!”
Oh, he was dead.
He freezes.
"Wait, what? My comm. was-” He reaches into his bag, pulling out the device - to find that it was, in fact, switched off, and slightly dented. He heaves a sigh, ears dropping to rest against his shoulders.
“….can I at least get the first apology in before you beat me up?”
