He was tired. He’d had a long night working the night shift, and he just wanted to sleep. And the fact you were giving him the silent treatment over takeout was pissing him off.

“So that’s the way it’s gonna be then. Just giving me the silent treatment.” And you still said nothing. “Ok, that’s it. I’m done. The food is gonna be here in a few minutes.” Cal then stood up to leave the room, frustrated.