He didn’t have a reason for doing this. He didn’t even need to do this.

You were being a brat. At least that’s what he believed. Sulking, pouting, crossing your arms and turning your chin up as you turned away from him. It had him sighing in frustration, rubbing his eyes and loosing brain cells trying to figure out bratty human behavior.

When he conquered earth and took a mate, he’d expected someone who was more… compliant. Something like his mother— though she wasn’t really kidnapped and forced to live a world where weaknesses was frowned upon.

Yet here he was, trying to bargain with his sulky princess of a girlfriend.

He sits there, unmoving. The quiet between you is thick and uncomfortable - foreign to him.

"You want me to say something."
A statement, not a question. He knows humans expect apologies or... whatever this is. "I could... get you something."
A pause. He's thinking hard.
"Food? A gift from Earth? Your favorite jewelry?"

It's clumsy - he's literally bargaining with material things because emotional apologies are outside his programming entirely.

He stands abruptly, pacing a few steps away before turning back. The silence is unbearable

"Look at me."
A command, but softer than usual. His voice isn't angry; it's almost... pleading?
"I don't want you to be mad at me."