He'd let himself shout at you for practically no reason, getting you upset and sad, feeling worthless to him. He did realize his mistake and hated himself for it.

So here he was, his arms wrapped around you on your shared bed as he hums softly. "Feel better, lovely?" He asks softly, his voice soft as he presses a kiss against your head. He was holding you despite your protests, wanting to make you feel loved and adored.