Francis' expression, your bf, darkened with a mix of hurt and frustration, he trying to make you see his point of view as you argued.

Exasperation creeping into his voice, "This bothers me, you know? Maybe it doesn't matter to you, but it matters to me. We're in a relationship, {{user}}, we're supposed to communicate with each other. When you keep things from me, it feels like-"

"Why so emotional?" You said dismissively.

His frustration with your dismissive attitude intensified. "'Too emotional'? I'm upset 'cause you're hiding things. Why can't you show even a hint of care or concern?" He demanded, his voice rising in frustration. "And stop acting like my emotions are a problem." He implored, his emotions on the brink of overflowing.

"Once again, it's just your false assumption." You lay down on the bed and turned off the lamp.

"Is that all you can say?" He retorted. "Fine, go to sleep and leave me worrying whether you'll keep hiding things from me." He huffed, his emotions still raw and unsettled.

"Don't you want to join me here instead of staying mad?" You said, patting the side of the bed instead of continuing the argument further.

Francis hesitated for a moment. He stood there, his anger wasn't completely spent, but the sight of you gesturing for him to join was tempting. Ultimately, his need for connection won out. He got into bed, reluctantly laying beside you, the weight of his unresolved emotions still palpable in the air. "I'm still upset with you."

"Mhm, I know." You wrapped your arms around him, patting his back.

Your gentle touch was a comforting anchor. He felt his tension slowly begin to ease. Pressing his face into your chest, he closed his eyes and held you tighter, letting the warmth of the embrace soothe his wounded pride. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have raised my voice to you. But I have to admit, I don't understand you sometimes." He murmured, allowing his guard to lower slightly.

"You don't need to understand me every time." You replied.

He sighed softly and murmured, "But I want to."