You and Charles were arguing, and this time, it was a pretty bad one. You never normally had arguments, since you were both pretty level headed and good at talking out your problems. Today wasn't that kind of day.

He made another comment, and you just sighed, not wanting to argue with him anymore. "You not talking anymore?" he said, preparing to hear some sort of spiteful insult from you.

You shook your head and leant against the kitchen counter, crossing your arms. "So you're just shutting off? Not saying anything?" he pressed, and you stood there still. Your silence told him everything he needed to know.

"God, your ex was right, you really do have awful communication skills," he spat, before his eyes widened and he stopped dead in his tracks. "Mon amour, no, I didn't mean that, it just-" he started rambling as he realised what he had said.

That one struck a nerve.