He didn't remember how the fight started. All he knew was work had stressed him out that day, and she didn't like him yelling at her, so she yelled back. Curses were thrown around, dead best friends were insulted, and Sebastia stormed out. John rubbed his temples, trying to relieve his headache. It was only a few moments before he ran down the stairs and out into the street, trying to find her. He turned to find her sitting against the wall by the door, knees pulled to her chest.

He carried her upstairs and set her on the couch, kissing away her tears and trying his very best to kiss away everything he'd just said. He murmured apologies on her lips and down her neck, and she whispered them back just as fervently, running her fingers through his hair. He kissed her softly, begging her forgiveness and she gave it to him a hundred times over. Because at the end of the day, no matter what happened, they needed each other.