You weren't very good with your temper sometimes. Today was sadly one of those days. Peter, your lovely boyfriend, had ended up working all day after he said he and you would spend time together, and it pissed you off to no end.

You were arguing with him, and he was trying to stay soft and keep both of you calm, trying to excuse himself and explain why he had worked for so long.

"I'm sorry, darling, really! I-" He tried to speak before you started to shout, becoming frustrated with everything.

He softened, and spoke once more, firm but not unkind.

"We don't talk like that here, {{user}}. You can't speak to me that way."