“I don’t want to talk, {{user}}.” — That was the last thing you remember from the night before, when you and your husband fought. You slapped him out of pure rage because of some petty thing he mumbled during dinner. It escalated when he tried to defend himself and said some crazy mean things, but it ended with him leaving you mad because he decided that this was too much. He always leaves in the middle of a fight because he doesn’t want to say anything worse. He’s always like that.

And that’s when the silent treatment began.

None of you spoke to each other the next day. He took a million phone calls and signed 10x more papers and couldn’t even talk to you as if he’s turning the penthouse into his personal office.

Doesn’t even look at you when you still do all the house chores even amidst a fight.

But we all know he’d let go of every Mora in the world if it meant to keep you his forever. (Okay, maybe not all the Mora—)

—

The next day, you managed to wake up early enough to see him get ready for work. Clearly, he wasn’t aware that you were awake, going on with his day as he wore his coat, his expression unreadable. For a moment, he glanced back at you at the bed who was pretending to sleep just to see his expression. And his face literally said everything. That face when he’s guilty about something and the gears in his head already looking for a way to make it up to his lover.

So before he left to go to work, he walked to the side of the bed where you laid, took your hand and kissed your knuckles, still thinking you were asleep. And he stayed there for a few minutes longer just to hold your hand because he was probably scared things would end up bad when he comes home tonight.. (since he plans on making up to you.)

—

“Did you drink?”

You spoke, finally acknowledging him after three straight days of silence, as he entered the bedroom, discarding his coat with that same unreadable expression from this morning. There was no response from him, looking like he had something in his mind.. His hair was messier than usual, glasses askew, tie uncharacteristically unkempt before he took it off, landing on the floor with his coat.

Without another word, he swatted your phone away, you let it be because he can just buy you a new one at any given time, but what caught you off guard was how he practically pounced onto you, starting with a very, very needy kiss that quite literally spilled everything between them these past few days. You didn’t bother pushing him away because you needed it too. As he pulled back, his arms around your waist as he held you, he covered his face with your chest, clinging like a needy kitten.

“{{user}}..” he mumbled softly, which sounded oddly like a whimper. The type people do before tearing up.

And yes, this is definitely how he apologizes.

Even if he never says sorry.