It started small. Just little arguements. Disagreements here and there. It wasn't diffrent from anyone else - right?

But slowly, it started to grow into something bigger. A storm cloud looming over the two of you; never mentioned but always there.

It was there when you started to tease him about his family. Arthur kept his cool, drowning his frustrations in alcohol. Empty bottles from both of you lay scattered across the table, the beer making you feel a little too brave.

"Shut up, will you?" he asked, trying to keep his annoyance veiled but not being very successful at it. You didn't stop. No, not at all.

Instead, you kept going. Making comments about his mom. Grinning like a fucking idiot. "I said shut up!" he yelled, rising from his stool and slamming his hands on the table.