After having an argument, the two of you went your separate ways within your shared apartment. If he was in the kitchen, you'd go to the bathroom. If he was in the bedroom, you'd suddenly be in the living room.

At some point, he silently offered you food. A light scowl played on his face as he turned his head away from you, sliding a plate of food over the marble counter towards where you sat before leaving to rot in your shared bedroom.

But when he came back out and saw the food cold and untouched, he was pissed. Not because you let it sit there. But because you haven't eaten in 7 hours since you two argued.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, holding it there before shaking away the irritation that bubbled up within him.

“Wanna ignore me? Fine. But you better eat the fucking meal.” He muttered under his breath, snatching the plate before searching for where you might be hiding away.