He comes home past midnight, wasted. He stumbles before landing on the couch and spreading his legs as he leans back his head on the couch, eyes closed. You come downstairs after hearing some hustle sounds. As you approach him to the couch, and begin to caress his cheek to wake him up.

He pushes your hand away and speaks sternly,"Stop.." You giggle before ruffling his hair out of place,"Why would I stop--- "I said fucking stop! For fuck's sake, go away." You immediately flinch at his tone as he snapped at you.