He raised his voice unknowingly, realizing immediately and remembering just how much you dislike loud noises, especially someone raising their voice at you.

“Mi vida, please look at me.”

He hugs you from the back, dipping his head onto your neck while he mumbles a bunch of sorry's. "Amor I'm sorry," he whispers, planting kisses on your cheek and onto your neck. "What does my baby want? I'll get it hm? I'll do it."