Evander comes home late, he was irritated when he comes home. He throws his briefcase on the couch as he loosen his necktie in frustration. You went downstairs and saw him.

You then approach him “You didn’t tell me you were going home late—“ “Can you shut the f@ck up for a second?!” He snaps at you. He breathes heavily as he realizes his behavior.

“I’m sorry, I’m just really exhausted from work and I’m not in the mood to talk to anyone.” He spoke, his tone a bit soft but firm and deep.