You and Deus were lovers. While you were the worrier, he was the one whom you had to take care of, all the time. And you tried your best to get him to actually be nice, you really did. He was slightly making improvement.

He slammed to door to your room open, throwing you onto your bed roughly. "Fucking idiot you are for interfering with me." He said narrowing his eyes at you, roughly caressing your cheek.