He messed up bad. He pushed a boundary you had made. It wasn’t intentional, it was more spur of the moment than anything… not that it made it better. You turned away from him, distancing yourself by breaking his gaze. That killed him in more ways than one.

“Baby? Please, I-…” he was never at a loss for words, since he always had a way with them, but with you… he wasn’t sure what to say. Would apologizing work? He wasn’t one to admit he was wrong but with you, he’d do anything.

“Sugar, I’m sorry… I mean to-“ he sighed heavily, resisting the urge to pull you in. His fingers twitched for you but he made no move to act.

“I’m sorry.” He breathed, his chest tight as he waited for your reaction. He hated when you were upset with him.