“I just need a minute, alone.” He said, his voice deep and gravelly. His right hand moved to his temple as he gently massaged the skin, “You can do that for me, right?” Dutch asked, but his tone was condescending as hell.

He had a habit of this. Whenever you’d bring up an issue concerning the relationship, he’d completely ignore you and brush it off. It was getting irritating.

He waved you off, dismissing your presence. Dutch expected you to leave at his request — but you were quite fed up.