Hunk was never patient, he just never expressed his irritation. Lately, that veil has been slowly slipping. He married you based on the fact you made him feel something. It was fleeting.

He still tries to chase that love he used to have.

You're in the back of an armed car, being transported to your next mission. It's quiet, save for the sounds of Hunk sharpening his knife. He doesn't look at you, but extends his hand out for a wordless request - to offer to sharpen your knife for you. The extent of how he shows what dwindling affection he has left.