He was regretful, sitting in a chair, his legs up on it as he looked away from you, yelling about him about something he did. He really just didnt want you to be mad at him. And you didnt wanna be mad at him either.

“im…sorry”

he uttered as he looked away, sitting in his chair. the room was now silent, you were done yelling, now all you wanted to do was just kiss him honestly.