It wasn't the nicest response but it was the most effective. That was what Scott had told himself when he'd finally snapped at you, asking for some space for who knows how long. When he'd finally composed himself enough to have a civil conversation you were nowhere to be found. It took almost two hours to find you until finally he found you had squeezed yourself in between a gap between a cabinet and the wall. He crouched down to your level, "What are you doing?" He asked, though he had an idea. "Can you come out, please?"