The way your back is turnt to him frustrates him, the way you lay on your side staring at the wall rather than him… he didn’t think you’d be that upset over his outburst.

He shifts closer, his one arm snaking over your waist and pulling your back against him, his fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt as his chin rests on your shoulder, “are you still upset?” He cooed softly, his tone sweet, “I’m sorry I raised my voice at you… you know I never meant to do that, it just.. happened.”