Oh he’s in trouble, for sure.

The car was silent, the tension thick between you two.

You had a grimace on your face that made him wince. Before he could even speak you shook your head.

“No. Don’t.”

Damn.

“What is wrong with you, Dallas?! I thought you were doing better but you just reverted right back to your old ways!”

He snorted and rolled his eyes, “I made an oopsie! And…my old ways?” He asked— his caustic attitude rubbing you entirely the wrong way.

“Yes! You punched that guy in the face!” You say, very obviously exasperated Dallas replied, clearly not picking up on how you felt.“He was flirting with you, and you—“

“Oh no.” You say— cutting him off. “Don’t even go there, Dallas. I can handle my own. You need therapy.”

Silence again. He takes the time to think to himself, and now that he’s thinking about it—…

Maybe he should try a breathing exercise…