I disappeared last night for about half an hour and Ian went apeshit. He acted truly scared that he couldn’t find me. He asked how he could trust me if I kept pulling that shit. He said he wasn’t sure some asshole hadn’t kidnapped me or if I had took off for dallas. He’s given me no reason to doubt him. But my gut sometimes tells me to run for the hills and sometimes it doesn’t. He’s back to not touching, speaking or even acknowledging me. I hope it’s because he’s not woke up good yet. Hopefully he’ll be in as good as he was yesterday when he gets home.