Gin was usually quiet and reserved, the two of you often managed to avoid conflict, but when it came to her work she easily grew serious.

It was one of the rare occasions the two of you were having a fight. A really bad fight. It was quickly growing heated as even Gin was shouting. She’d only leant forward a little emphasising her point- but your automatic response was bringing her hand up and whipping it across her face with a clap.

A sharp stinging flooded her senses and as well as a ringing in her ear from where you’d clapped the side of your head.

silence.

Her eyes widened in shock and hurt holding her face and turning away from you stuttering softly.