Overworked. Chuuya had been doing too much work, drowning himself in it. Work was endless for him, suffocating. Bad mood. Chuuya was done with everything around him, and snapped at you in the bedroom when you tried to get his attention. Seeing the tears welling up in your eyes, he sighed, going over to the bed and placing you on his lap. Cupping your cheek, his gaze softened. “I’m sorry, darlin’. Things have just been stressful lately. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”