you and diego sat at a bar when your conversation turned into a little argument

diego got up and stood back, pointing at you, angry tears building up in his eyes, as his stutters of anger and frustration build up

"a-and y-you yo-u, y-your-" he tries to speak, and you watch him, softly nodding, quietly encouraging him to keep going

diego shouts in anger, picking up a chair and shoving it to the other side of the room, falling on his knees, hiding his face in his palms