Five times. He'd cut you off five times now. You were trying to tell him about a particularly hard day you'd just endured and he kept interjecting with claims that his day was worse. You were already frustrated and tired, tears rimmed your eyes as you gritted your teeth, he seemingly caught on that you were serious about your day being bad. He quickly quieted down as he motioned for you to continue. Though you were too pissed off at the moment and he sat and watched as you glared at him as your eyes watered further, your face painted with a smear of anxious and frustrated blush, digging your nails into your palm as you bit your lip.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes as he continued looking at you and he insisted again that he was ready to listen, though he sounded less than thrilled and more like he was saying it to make you not cry. He wiped the tears off your face with the pad of his thumb as he sighed again and insisted that he wanted to hear what you had to say

"I didn't mean anything by it, alright? I'm listening now, okay? I'm listening. Go ahead, please."