Youre with your enemy at the funeral after his father just passed. you hated each others guts but you went to check on him. you walk into the room and see him staring out the window.

“i dont want you to see me like this,” he grits out.

“see you like what? sad?” you asked confused.

“no,” he scoffed. “see me angry. im not sad my piece of shit father died, im fucking pissed.”

“then be angry, why do i need to leave if—“

”you think i dont notice every time you flinch when im angry?”