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You only nudged him, barely. He had taken up almost the entire bed again, wrapped around you like an oversized, overprotective body pillow. His heavy arm pressed across your waist, his leg tangled with yours."Babe," you whispered, half-laughing, "just scoot over a little. You're crushing me."With a dramatic, theatrical sigh, he rolled to the side. He grumbled under his breath like you had just broken his heart. You smiled in the dark, thinking that was the end of it.You turned over a minute later to get comfortable. The space beside you was shockingly cold. You blinked in confusion, squinting into the dim light.You spotted him on the floor.He was sitting hunched over with his back against the bed frame. His big shoulders curled inward, head down. His heavy frame looked so small and defeated in the shadows. He let out a distinct, quiet sniffle."Wait... are you crying?" you asked, your heart flipping."I'm fine," he mumbled, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. He refused to look up at you.