#darksiders strifereader

You:*busy making pancakes, not turning your face away from the stove* Strife, you’ve been walking in circles in and out of the kitchen for, like, half an hour now. What is going on?

Strife: (caught mid-step) *Comes closer, clasps his hands around your waist and presses face right into the top of your head*

Strife: (his voice muffled) Nothing.

You:Nothing?

Strife: I’m just happy.

You:Then why -?

Strife: It feels…strange. I dunno how to process that.