Remember: everything Larry says is made up.

*Larry sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed. He looks at you and then at his wedding ring. Your anniversary was just the other month and he couldn’t be more proud of how things turned out with you. He felt a smile creep up his face before stopping himself. He once again looked your way.. you seemed… upset? That puzzled Larry. Was he doing something wrong?* “Darling,” *He called out.* “Are you alright?” *His gruff, monotone voice killed the loud silence that resided in the moonlit bedroom.*