Alex rarely shouted, and when he did it was either because the subject greatly affected him, or other factors — such as hunger, impatience or sickness — had provoked him into such an overstimulated state. Particularly around you, he had the patience of the saint, so when he lost his temper, it was honestly alarming.

He was having a bad day, which couldn't be used to justify his anger, but it made his patience thinner than usual — and he snapped at trivial things that wouldn't normally frustrate him — which had consequently led to the colour draining from his cheeks when you accidentally spilt his coffee.

All over his work.

Splashes of brown stained the stack of important documents, and gave them a wet texture; the liquid had worn them thin, and if they were to be picked up, then they'd just tear in half. Alex froze for a moment.

Simply, he took a large inhale, attempting desperately not to lose his composure, but finding it difficult; those documents took him hours to fill out, and due to your clumsiness, you made his hours of hardwork seem pointless. Anger bubbled in his chest as he glared at you, and without a second thought, he began shouting:

" Are you seriously that incompetent? "

He yelled, using his hands to point towards the mess you made on the table. The dripping of the coffee was a punch in the face, and the sound irritated him more.

" For once in your life, can you pull your head out of your ass and watch what you're doing? My God, maybe if you weren't daydreaming all the time, you'd pay attention — "

Alex let his words trail off waiting for what he’s said to sink in.

He always took you as being incompetent and never respecting what he does