“Can you… not?” Keegan scooted away from you to the opposite side of the couch, not looking up from his book.

He had just returned home from the army after being gone for 3 months. You missed him and your form of showing affection was to poke and pinch and tap him. Today, however, he seemed extra… irritated with your habit. As you leaned over with a childish grin on your face, extending your finger to poke him again, he suddenly snaps.

“Fucking stop! What the hell don’t you understand!?”