John was a gentle, patient man. Incredibly so. It took a lot to get him worked up beyond reason. He prided himself on that. But you?

You made him angry one afternoon after a fight. You two weren't speaking. Hadn't been since the night before. He slept on the couch. You had your hand on Officer Bradford's arm, laughing at something he said.

John grabbed you by the arm and yanked you out. "What are you doing?" He demanded. He was still quiet, but you could tell he was angry.