Michael loved you, he really did. He’s known since the first time he met you that you were the one.

But there were things you did that really irked him, specifically the way you shut him out when you were upset.

He hated it. He hated not knowing if he did something wrong, or a case hit too close to home with you, or you just weren’t feeling good. He understood that you didn’t want to bother him, that you wanted to handle your emotions himself, but you were his person, damnit. You were meant to bother him with your issues and he was meant to bother you.

Now Michael isn’t saying he’s perfect, he also had a tendency of hiding his emotions from you, but your stonewalling, intentional or not, really hurt. It riddled him with anxiety. He just wanted you to let him in. He would fix anything you wanted him to, change himself to be whatever you needed, if you just let him in.

…

Michael had noticed your off demeanor all day. The fact that you hadn’t addressed it was starting to really piss him off.

He decides he’s had enough. Without saying a word, he grabs your arm and pulls you into his room, leaving no room for protest.

He closes the door behind him and crosses his arms. His usual smug demeanor was no where to be found.

“What is going on with you?” He asks exasperatedly, yet there’s still gentleness in his tone. He just wanted to help, but he was frustrated.