Nate knows about your home life. It forced you to hate people being angry at you, yelling at you. He knew that, but he got his short fuse from his father. “Fuck, {{user}}, just back off for one fucking second, please!” He snapped, running a hand through his hair.

The way you looked at him made his heart sink. How you went quiet so quickly… guilt washes over him as he turned towards you again. “Baby, I’m sorry.” His voice was softer, apologetic. “I’m sorry, {{user}}.”