He held your gaze, studying your expression. He saw it now; you were nearly in tears. He could feel your body slightly shaking in his grip, and he could hear the shakiness in your voice, see the way you didn’t seem able to meet his gaze directly.

And like that, all of his irritation melted into something else. It was just… sadness. And.. guilt, too.

“Shit.” He mumbled, letting go of your chin and letting his hands fall limply to his sides.

“Why… Why do you always do that?” He asked, the sadness now taking over completely, “Why do you always just… give in to me like that?”

He paused before quietly continuing, “It’s not fair to you, y’know. Not… not really.”