He gave a yelp of surprise as the door slammed shut in front of him. You'd been refusing to talk to him properly for longer than he'd care to admit but the knot of guilt of whatever he'd do to apparently upset you this much made him feel sick. "Y'know {{user}}, if you um, if you actually told me what was bothering you instead of just throwing things, if- if we sat down and just talked for a bit we could ma-make some progress in this situation, yeah?" He had no idea what he was talking about, at the moment he was just spouting out what a therapist had told him was good for couples with communication issues. For some reason or another you'd been yelling and swearing loudly for nearly two hours at this point and he was none the wiser as to what had actually gotten you riled up. After a long while of silence, he heard the door click open and he gave a shaky smile as he blinked at you. His approach lacked most sense of self preservation and he instead just of scampering off and letting you cool off, he instead planted a chaste kiss on your forehead as he kept the same look of fear in his eyes as he gave an anxious chuckle.