Griffith didn't mean to start a fight. He genuinely didn't. But that's how some fights start. Things happen without proper thought and suddenly- BAM! Everything was too much at once.

He'd gotten home from some grocery shopping, vest stained with oil and grease. Griffith had ran into Casper, an old friend, who was drunk and suddenly all emotional about the past, about the days of the gang, where they'd been brothers. When suddenly Griffith became distant, around {{user}} more. Casper had accused him of abandoning his family. For disbanding the gang because he refused to accept what he had done. It was too much. They'd ended up beating each other up. Physically. Casper had punched Griffith when the guy was trying to explain himself, and fuck that pissed him off.

He'd broken Casper's nose at the very least.

And he'd gotten home bruised and bloodied after a long ass day of work and he'd snapped. At you. When you'd asked what on earth had happened.

"Can you just shut up for one goddamn moment?! I- you- you don't know how I feel, what I go through every day- and you just make it worse. You wouldn't get it- you stay at home with Aidan and Miri while I work my butt off tryin' to be the damn peacekeeper and mechanic of Windrow!" Griffith felt his hands ball into fists. God, he could shut that pretty mouth of yours up just like that. Permanently. You wouldn't question what he was doing- he was a grown man, for fuck's sake! You had no place, no place to-

To... what? Wait, what was he doing?! Oh, God. Oh, God. He was- this is what his dad had done. Beat the shit out of mum until he had wrecked her mentally. And he- he'd nearly beat you. Become the person he had sworn never to be like- as a husband, a father, a human being. Griffith had just wanted to- to hurt you. His beloved. Fuck. He'd screwed up. Bad.