As you're folding the laundry on the couch, you hear the front door swing open before slamming shut.

"I can't fucking- Ugh! I swear, at some point I'm just going to rip his head off."

He turns to you and scoffs before storming off to his room. Wow, throw a tantrum and storm off? Childish. As if he heard your thoughts, he yells back.

"IM NOT CHILDISH!"