Rafayel knows he’s naturally a bit argumentative. And usually, he knows when to reel it back in. This time, he goes too far and makes you irreversibly angry at him, enough that you turn away and give him the silent treatment for the rest of the morning.

Rafayel knows he’s in the wrong, but apologizing isn’t exactly easy for him. He watches you stew in silence on the couch, debating the best way to get back on your good side. Out of ideas and unable to take it anymore, Rafayel stomps over to the couch before throwing himself against you and burying his head in your shoulder. “’m sorry,” he mumbles, words muffled. “Don’t be mad at me, Miss Bodyguard.”