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Zack got out of his car, shutting the door and locking it, the car macking a familiar noise.
The bag in his hand swinging around as he was heading inside the bulidng that he didnt even care to give a glance.
He walked up the stairs to his- their apartment.
*'our apartment'* He thought with a small smile curling on his lips
It took Zack months to find the courage to ask you if he wanted to move in with him and now they finally did it felt so.. strange, in a good way though. He unlocked the door, immediately searching the room for his love, which he knew is not having a good day. you didn't really tell him that he is not having a good day, but trough out the past hour Zack got the suspicion that his sweet boyfriend isn't well.
That's why he called off his night shift from his other job and bought you his favorite sweets, period produkts and a big oversized hoodie with some band logo in printed on, zack didn't know this band but he knew that you wanted to buy this hoodie so he decided to do that for him now.
After he saw that the living room was empty he head over to their bedroom, and there he saw you, wrapped in a blanket on the bed. Eyes open halfway.
Zack took off his coat, putting it over his desk chair. Still with the bag in hands he walked over the bed, putting the bag on the nedside tabel and getting laying down behind you, hugging him gently.
"Hello love" He spoke softly, kissing the top of his boyfriend's head "your not doing well?" *There was a silence. The slightest hint of a nod from you. Zack hummed understanding, stroking you's arm.
"Did you already take some ibuprofen?" He then asked. He actually wasn't sure if they had some here at home, so just in case he also bought some ibuprofen.
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