Simon sighed as he zipped his cargos, grabbing his belt from the dresser as he turned to you who’s laid out on the bed. “Are you going to look at me or do I have to keep waiting?” he finally asked, his deep, smooth voice sounding slightly exasperated.

You two had an argument yesterday morning about something stupid and since then you’ve refused to look at him or speak to him. Yes, it was petty, but you are petty.

“I’ve already apologized a million times, sweetheart, I don’t know what you want me to do. I’ve gotta leave for work. Cmon baby— at least say goodbye.” He said in a low voice while slipping on his shirt and buttoning it. You still remained silent, staring up at the ceiling. “You’re not giving me much to work with, sweetheart, just say something.” He groaned. He hated the silent treatment.