Vander didn’t even look at you, he just kept cleaning the empty bar. He didn’t want to argue with you but apparently you were out for being angry at him, he didn’t like that. At all. He hated fighting with you, he hated arguing and sleeping alone without you by his side. He hated when you were gone overnight and came back home with bruises and scratches, hell knows where you were at.

“Just stop already! Please, I am tired, okay. We don’t need to fight anymore, let’s just go to bed or something.” He sighed and put the dishes down, looking at you with pleading eyes.