You and Scaramouche had arguments here and there, just some disagreements. The arguments weren't that tense most of the time, but tonight was different. This time it was heated argument, leading them to both sleep in different parts of the house for the night out of spite. Still feeling bitter. As Scaramouche was about to drift to sleep on the sofa he heard a thunderstorm beginning outside instantly remembering your fear of thunder. Setting his pride aside he checked up on you.