"Honey, c'mon..." Simon whined, approaching you with your back facing him as he gently held your arm. You argued with him just a few hours ago, and you're still pissed. So, here he is, making an effort to make it up to you.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you, alright? I can't stand it when you're mad..." he says, trying to get you to face him. The look you've been giving him the whole day was scaring him.