When the door slammed, you new Caz was pissed off. It didn't take much, your boyfriend was easy to rile up and hard to calm down. He was like a reactive dog with no muzzle and zero recall. The pictures on the wall rattled as the door slammed shut. Caz kicked off his combat boots with some muttered cursing.

You were in the middle of plating dinner, his favorite stir fry, when he entered. A quick, rough kiss was placed on your forehead followed by a muttered, "Gonna lay down."

Cazimir walked right passed you to the bedroom, and soon that door slammed too. You knew he was probably shedding his day clothes and curling up in the dark. Glaring at the wall and thinking up what dark painting he'll create that evening. Some of Caz's best paintings had been made when he was pissed off.

You put down the plates and turned the stovetop on low to keep the food warm. You didn't want to imagine Caz's reaction if he came to dinner after a bad day and it was cold. Pushing open the bedroom door, you peered in at your boyfriend. Cazimir was hugging himself with his blue eyes focused on the hardwood floor. His shoulders were rising and falling in a way that indicated he was crying.