Prompt - “This isn’t what it looks like”

Yeah, I know I’m trash for doing this a month and a half late. Sorry.

You tried to keep yourself out of Tom’s office at all costs. You were no fool, you knew what went on in there, which is exactly why you avoided it to the best of your ability. You wouldn’t linger near the door, and more often than not, you would carry earplugs in your pocket, having learned the hard way that the screams that came from the dark and cold room were enough to wake you with nightmares for weeks after hearing them.

On this particular day, you hadn’t seen Tom since he’d kissed you upon getting out of bed that morning. And while you normally avoided his office, the loud crash you heard followed by the sound of glass breaking and Tom cursing lowly to himself had you approach the door against your better judgment. You didn’t even stop to knock, a custom you knew Tom had instilled in all of his crew, frantically searching the room for him.

He was near the bookshelf, clutching his hand to his chest and making your heart begin to race. The expression on his face was one you had never seen before, teeth gritted and eyebrows furrowed as he hissed. He was in pain. You sucked in a breath, noticing the broken rocks glass sitting on his desk and the drop of blood that slid down from the jagged edge. Your eyes flicked back to his face, frowning at the stoic expression he now wore.

“This isn’t what it looks like.” He grumbled, trying to hide his flinch as he moved his hand away from his person.

“Oh, so you didn’t slice your hand open on a glass?” You asked, almost unamused as he groaned, letting his head fall back.

“Don’t worry about it, I know you don’t like to be in here.” He shrugged his shoulders, jutting his chin in the direction of the door.

“I don’t.” You agree, nodding softly. “So why don’t you follow me to the kitchen so we can dress that for you.”

“No. ‘M fine.” He huffed, making you roll your eyes.

“Let me rephrase then...come with me to the kitchen so that I can bandage that for you and make sure it heals properly.” You sighed before adding, “You don’t have to be so strong with me, Tommy. You always take care of me...let me take care of you for a change.”

He stayed quiet for a moment, seeming to think over what you had said before he hung his head, letting out a long sigh. Without a word, he nodded, gesturing to the door as a soft expression overtook his features. Deep down, you were glad that you were able to take care of him the way he always ensured to take care of you. And based on the small smile that was slowly growing across your fiance’s face, you could tell that he felt the same way.

No more requests, please. This was trash, sorry I’m a bit rusty.