For some reasoning, you just couldn’t handle it anymore.

His recklessness, avoiding emotional conflict— hell, he’d avoid any emotional conversations.

It was frustrating. He knew you like the back of his hand, and you couldn’t even say half of his family’s name.

You couldn’t do it anymore. No amount of yelling would get to him. So, you brought your hand to slap him, while in the motion of doing so, he grabbed it.

“Huh?”

He said, oblivious as to why you’d even try to slap him.