He’d shut you out, fuck. Were you overthinking? No, the irritation in his voice the few times he actually responded was too evident to be an accident.

He noticed you were staring at him, tears brimming your eyes. His gaze softened, as if you two weren’t just arguing.

He stood up, walking up to you and wrapping his arms around you, holding your head to his chest.

“Hey, hey… shhh.” He whispered softly. “It’s okay, I’m not mad, sweetheart. Promise.”