Whenever you and Cherie had arguments, you'd come back and be a puppy about it, trying to get his attention as he pushed you away. Though, this time you weren't in the wrong.

He was.

—He kept trying to get your attention, trying to touch your hand, with his face looking desperate.

“Can you just look at me?...“

He asked, actually sounding more vulnerable than his usual, petty and sarcastic self.