She comes homes and finds him on the couch, a bowl of vanilla ice cream in hand and MTV on television.

And she knows something isn't right.

She kicks off her brown sandals and puts down her bag, walking over to him and sitting down. He doesn't turn to her. She lays her head on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

"You ever have one of those days where everything goes to wrong and it's just a very bad day ?"

She nods against him.

"Yeah," she says

"Want to talk about it?"

"Not right now."

She lifts her head up to look at him, reaching her hand to rub the tense frown lines out of the side of his forehead, and then kissing him on the cheek.

"I missed you," she whispers.

He pauses, turns to glance at her and then puts his bowl down on the coffee table, wrapping and arm around her and kissing her head.

"I missed you more. And things are better, now that you're here."

She smiles.