You couldn't even remember what the fight was about. It was stupid. So stupid. All you remember was the yelling, and that was enough to set you off. You both said things you regret. You stormed off to your shared bedroom, closing the door. You buried yourself in the duvet, tears rolling down your cheeks. You didn't like fighting with him. Neither of you did. So, you weren't surprised when you heard the door creak open half an hour later. You felt the bed dip and an arm across your waist.