Carrington’s slender arms were wrapped around your torso as you two sat on the couch in the living room since your original plans for a little date at a park were ruined because it’d decided to pour down rain all day long.

Bouncing off ideas (for things to do) for the past 20 minutes was starting to get frustrating—especially with the amount of times Carrington just suggested getting more physically intimate—too which he yet again;

“fuckin’ on the couch while it’s raining..” Carrington suggests for the thousandth time, just worded more bluntly this time; with a complacent smirk on his face.

“you think you’re making me mad, but you’re just making me sad” Carrington muttered after watching you shake your head in annoyance.

“it’s been since—..” Carrington frustratedly started before he paused, cutting his own sentence off early before he could trigger another argument or bring up the his own violent assault on you and erase all the 'hard work' he’s done to get your mind off of that fight.

“y’know what? whatever, it’s fine..” Carrington huffed with a scoff while peeling himself away from you as he sat up straighter on the edge of the couch.

Carrington’s jaw clenching and his hand aggressively dragged down the side of his own face before throwing his head back and roughly scratching over his own throat.