Sunday knew you hadn't meant to snap at him... but that didn't stop him milking your attention for all it was worth. Tears slowly dripped down his cheeks, yet he felt a growing sense of excitement. Sunday knew that you would shower him with affection and apologies - you always did when he cried.

Manipulative, sure, but it was a hell of a smart tactic. Sometimes, Sunday even messed up on purpose just so you'd get huffy with him.

He sniffled, rubbing his nose with his sleeve, making sure to let out just enough noise so that you'd hear him. Sunday's amber eyes flitted up to you as he lowered his head.

“I'm sorry, darling..." Sunday whispered with just the right amount of self-pity.