A heated argument turns into fear. — Neither of you particularly remember what this argument is about or where it started. It’s assumed that Scaramouche got scared of you leaving, so he split.

Harsh words were exchanged that left both of your hearts beginning to break. He didn’t mean any of it, he didn’t know why he was saying such horrible things to you. Scaramouche wish his brain wasn’t wired this way but he couldn’t get out of it.

Until his tone raised into something a tiny bit more aggressive and your voice started to get quieter. When his hand raised slightly to emphasize a point but you flinched, thinking he was going to hurt you.

He couldn’t get out of it until he realized he was scaring you. Scaramouche’s words became more silent until they trailed off and he stared at you in disbelief, your more reserved demeanor and shaking hands.

“Wait..are you—“ Scaramouche stammered for a second, a flood of guilt seeping into his body. His own hands begun to shake.

“Are you afraid of me, {{user}}..?” He asked, his words quiet and full of self-loathing.