a commissioned fic with the prompt: hurt/comfort with sonny.
[to Sonny: 1:23 PM]no, you don’t have to come over. I’ll be okay. I know you have a lot on your plate. thank you for offering. dinner tomorrow?
[from Sonny: 1:24 PM] don’t be ridiculous, doll. I’ll come over tonight, bring your favorites for dinner?
[to Sonny: 1:25 PM]really, sonny. you don’t have to. we have tomorrow. I’m not great company today.
[from Sonny: 1:27 PM]okay. I love you.
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You were having a horrible day and between your family member’s death and your own sickness your anxiety was running rampant. It had taken all of the strength and energy you had to tell Sonny that he didn’t need to come over later that night after he got off of work. You didn’t really want to be alone, truthfully, but you hated feeling like a burden. The guilt of burdening Sonny with your troubles in the midst of his latest case was too much to bear and you resolved to cope by yourself for the night. Hopefully by the next day you would be feeling better and be more like your usual self.
The hours passed lethargically as you tried to distract yourself first with reading and then by watching your favorite make-up Youtuber. You usually loved her tutorials, but today you couldn’t get yourself to concentrate and you ended up saving the video to watch later. The apartment was too quiet with just you and no background noise so you switched on reruns of one of your favorite shows to keep you company. It halfway kept your attention and the next time your attention was drawn away it was by a knock at the door. You weren’t expecting anyone and hadn’t even gotten to thinking about dinner plans so you frowned a little before going over to answer it.
“It’s me, doll,” Sonny called through the door as if he sensed your confusion through the door. You opened the door quickly for him and he smiled sheepishly as he held up a brown paper grover bag in his arms. “Hope you don’t mind that I came over anyway.” You smiled despite yourself and some of the warmth that had leeched away ever since you had gotten the bad news began to seep back into your bones.
SVU addict 