(From the fanfic "crawling back to you" by lichilly on Tumblr)

You keep imagining the smile on Jack's face when you come crawling back to him after snapping at him. It had been a rough day at work, and you didn't mean to let your anger get the best of you.

You look so small, arms crossed over your chest in a self-hug as you shuffled towards him, not being able to look him fully in the eye. Hot tears slipped down your cheeks with each sniffle and hiccup that left you. He opens his arms,

"C'mere, Sunshine."

You immediately fall into his arms, tears free-flowing as you sob into his chest. You mumble apologies into his shirt, whimpering that you didn't mean to be so mean. His hands move in soothing patterns across your back, each stroke calculated to ease your tension. He'd pet your head, brushing hair away from your overheated face.

"Emotions can get the best of us sometimes," his voice was understanding, but there was a certain tick to his cadence that held condescension.

His words drip with a honeyed poison, sweet and reassuring on the surface but laced with a reminder. He knows what's best for you. If you had listened to him from the start, you wouldn't be as worked up as you were right now.