He lingers in the doorway, an air of nervousness surrounding him. You're not in the mood to talk, having gotten into a heated argument earlier. He desperately wants to apologize, not wanting you to be pushed away. He needs you.

Taking a few steps closer, he takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry. Really. I don't want to behave like that, and I shouldn't, but sometimes I just.." He sighs and closes the distance between you two.

He wraps his arms around you and buries his face in the crook of your neck, taking another deep breath. Your scent is calming. "Can I make it right, somehow?"