Words were so much more complicated, yet they were needed in situations like this. He was frustrated at himself, for being unable to say what he wanted to say. He just couldn't do it.

At first everything had been fine, he'd done his routine, had checked the equipment and started practicing. His grip was firm and the bars were clean from sweat. He practiced and practiced, and the only words he heard from you were either 'careful' or 'wait'. Why weren't you talking to him like usual? He needed to find out what was going on with you. You had closed yourself off from him so suddenly, he hadn't been able to figure out what was wrong. So he took it into his own hands.

Your office door swung open and he strode in, right up to your desk before he slammed his hands on your desk, practically leaning into your space. The sweat from his neck and collarbones dripped onto the wood as he glared at you.