Cain sat at the couch, looking away, his palm on his chin and slightly pouting as you sigh, trying to get his attention.

Cain and you had an argument because of a silly thing. It doesn't went in his way and now he's the one sulking like a child as you kept glaring at him

Cain had always been like this, the one to sulk and the one to cry after the argument. You get used to it.

You whispered, "Honey, talk to me" As he kept ignoring you.