Hey guys! I have been doing a ton of writing this weekend. I wrote a oneshot that should be coming up in the next couple days which I really enjoued, and I'm ahead on this story. This means I've been able to write without the stress of deadlines which is really good for me. Let me know what you think about this chapter, and thank you for reading,

-Aislin

"So, why aren't you and Happy talking?" Paige asked the more approachable of the two. Toby was usually the reasonable one after a fight. Paige had learned to recognize the signs over the years: the slamming of the workshop door, the eery silence, the stares of worry from across the garage, the quick turn of heads worried the other would see their concern.

"We had a fight over who's dog is smarter," He sounded angry. "I mean obviously Teagan is smarter. Conan is a damn Golden Retriever. Golden Retrievers are bred to be dumb."

"Toby, you two are fighting over the dogs?" Paige seemed shocked.

"I mean she's the one who's out of line. Calling my dog an idiot. I mean come on. She is only a baby. Her dog is the dumb one. Mine is just a baby," He argued.

"You two are really fighting for the dogs?" Paige asked again.

"Teagan is my baby," Toby shouted. "No one insults my baby."

"What's going on here?" Cabe demanded as he walked through the door.

"Toby and Happy are fighting about who's dog is smarter," Ralph informed him.

"Statistically speaking Toby is right. Golden retrievers are generally unintelligent," Sylvester added. When he heard Happy's angry grunt from the other room he corrected himself, "Though, I suppose, Conan could be intelligent. There is no reason he can't be statistically above average."

"Traitor," Toby accused.

"She's scarier than you," Sylvester stated.

"I'm going to talk to her," Paige announced boldly taking a step towards the workshop door.

"Your funeral," Cabe announced moving back to his own work.

"Hey, Happy," Paige greeted slowly. She was trying to be delicate. If she kept Happy calm there was less of a chance that Paige would leave the garage injured. After Toby and Happy's first fight as a couple, she had made the mistake of riling Happy up. The broken arm had taken a long time to heal. "How's it going?"

"I know you're trying to ask me about my fight with Toby," Happy didn't turn around to face Paige. She just continued to stare out the workshops window. "I can save you the trouble. I do not want to talk to you." Paige noted that Happy didn't sound angry per se just a little bit down.

"You never want to talk to me, but here I am," Paige laughed. "You ok? You aren't throwing anything. That's not like you."

"I'm fine. Leave, or I will throw something," Happy ordered.

"Ok, Ok, but I'll be back." Paige couldn't shake the feeling that Happy was crying. She had actually never seen Happy cry. She hadn't considered it possible, and maybe it wasn't. But for some reason right now, Paige felt like she was.

"Is everything alright in there?" Walter asked cautiously. He knew that Happy and Toby fighting was bad for the workplace. Toby would take out his stress on everyone else by being an asshole, and Happy would physically assault anyone for any small reason presented. Toby looked up, but tried to hide his interest.

"I don't know," Paige admitted.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Toby demanded dropping his act of not caring. Ok, so he wasn't completely thrilled with the fighting, or the insulting of his dog, but he wasn't going to sit around if she wasn't ok.

"I mean I don't know. She didn't throw anything," Paige said.

"Which is good. Everything is normal. We have absolutely nothing to worry about," Sylvester dismissed.

"She didn't seem angry," Paige informed the group.

"How can it be bad that she isn't angry?" Walter tried to laugh it off.

"She seemed kind of sad," Paige sighed.

"No," Toby started to freak out. "Happy doesn't get sad. She get's angry, sarcastic, violent, annoyed, aggressive, but not sad."

"Maybe I'm wrong, but it seemed weird," Paige stated.

"I'm going in," Toby announced dramatically.

"Good luck," The team chanted seriously.

"Alright, Happy, I'm going to come in here, and I'm going to really hope that you won't throw anything at me," Toby whispered slowly as he entered her work space. He was surprised to see that she wasn't working on a project. She was just sitting in her chair and staring out the window.

"Happy," He sighed moving towards her and placing his hand on her shoulder. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," She muttered.

"I don't need to be a psychiatrist to know that you're lying," He informed her. After she blinked, she quickly wiped the space underneath her eyes. Maybe Paige was right about her being sad. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong," She dismissed him.

"Ok, I'm gonna tell you now that desperate times call for desperate measures, so that, when I take desperate measures, you don't beat me up. Although, I admit it wouldn't be the first time," He warned her. When she didn't respond, he quickly picked her up, and sat back down with her in his arms instead. He was surprised that she didn't struggle.

"I am not a child," she said monotonously. "You don't need to cuddle me when I get upset."

"I know you aren't a child, but I like being near you because I love you. So you admit you're sad?" He pushed.

"I don't get sad," She denied.

"Everyone gets sad," He disagreed.

"No," Happy argued. "I'm just..."

"Sad," he finished. She rolled her eyes. "You're allowed to have emotion around me. Why do you feel sad?"

"Don't shrink me," She protested.

"I'm not. I'm just trying to make you feel happier," He stated calmly. She burrowed her head into his chest, and let out a sigh.

"I don't know. I just...Don't laugh at me," She ordered.

"Never," He promised.

"I worry you love the dog more than me," She said quickly. He burst out laughing. "Hey, what did I say about laughing?" She yelled.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he chuckled. "I just think that's crazy. I mean yes I love the dog, but you gotta know I love you much more."

"Where's your proof?" She questioned.

"I married you, not the dog." He cried.

"The dog wasn't in the picture then, and it's also not legal to marry a dog," She pointed out.

"As much as I'm pleased you finally have all the emotions out there," He started. "I'm starting to find this a little bit ridiculous. I love you, and I think I've succeeded in showing you over the years."

"I guess," she gave in.

"You know what might make you less sad? Ice cream. I'll buy," He offered.

"I'd like you to remember that I am aware that we share a bank account."

"So no?"

"Let's go."