The urge to turn the doorknob was immediate. He wanted to see if she was okay. He wanted to say... something.

But then he remembered the fight. The look she gave him. The harsh words. He felt his chest tighten, the shame of his own behavior still latent.

Before he decided to open the door, something distracted him: the ringing of her cell phone, vibrating on the bed.

He glanced at it without intending to approach, but the name that appeared on the screen caught his attention:

"Gabriel."

His blood boiled. He froze for two seconds. The cell phone rang until it stopped, and for a moment everything was silent—except for the sound of the shower, still constant.

Then a notification appeared on the screen.

"Beautiful, I miss you."

Thor picked up the phone without thinking. He read that sentence and felt something tear inside him. He stood still for a moment, absorbing the impact. His chest tightened. He had absolutely no right to feel anything, but the feeling of discomfort was inevit