Matthew stood in front of you, a hand risen pointing to the door. The both of you had had a dispute, it was small, petty even, but it got a little out of hand

When he had risen his hand to point at the door for you to leave, you'd flinch in an indescribable manner, a manner of only trauma

His whole body froze shocked at the sight of his wife, afraid

"I-.. I wasnt going to hit, Chèrie"

His hand dropped, and he stepped back, he'd never seen you like this