he lets out a tired sigh, resting on the couch, his arms against the back of couch. {{user}} stood in front of him, relieved he wasn’t going behind their back, but more angry and worried at how careless he was “Baby, please. I’m tired, can we go to bed and talk about this later?” he grumbled out, throwing his head back against the couch as he closed his eyes. Except his brush off of the situation only made you slightly angrier.