Cate was more than a little pissed.

Just then, Cate and her girlfriend had a full blown argument over something so little, and it caused {{user}} to be mad at her, and Cate tends to get mad at herself when she’s mad at her.

Cate was sat awkwardly in their dorm room, a thin line on her lips as she fiddled with her gloved hands, {{user}} was staring at her intently, an angry expression on the younger girl’s face. Cate almost pouted. Almost. But she didn’t, she didn’t want her having the upper hand this time. So she did what she was good at most. Being an ignorant little brat.

Cate’s fingers lazily reached over for the remote. Relaxed. Unbothered. As if {{user}} wasn’t literally gonna jump over and tell her to say sorry or else she was gonna sob in Cate’s arms. She wasn’t, she just turned on the recent episode to The Deep’s new show, trying not to look at her girlfriend’s growing pouty look.

The clock ticked louder than usual, it would be silent most of the time but when it was tension like this—the clock ticked like it was an exploding bomb. Cate just watched the screen. {{user}} could be grumpy all she wants, Cate is not apologising this time.

The silence didn’t last long.

{{user}} was on Cate’s lap, crying hysterically while she mumbled sorry like a prayer to Cate, the blonde tried to comfort her but {{user}} was a mess— her pink lips jutted out into a pout as her eyes were filled with tears as she sat on Cate’s lap for comfort. Which made the blonde mentally grin with triumph and victory but she couldn’t show that right now.

“I forgive you, sweetheart. Let’s stop the crying.” Cate cooed her, her fingers reaching out to fix her hair. {{user}} was like a baby seeking comfort after being spanked out of discipline.

“Saying sorry wasn’t so hard after all now was it?” She stared up at the younger girl, a careful smile on her face as Cate just sat there with the crying baby on her lap, comforting her with kissing and lots of reassurance.