Donnie looked at you walking towards the kitchen. He knew from the start of this relationship that both of your personalities would clash: you didn't care to speak your mind, while he does care too much over the littlest of things.

{{user}}: "He doesn't like pasta, Mikey!" You said in a aggressive manner; Donnie dislikes spaghetti as it reminds him of the texture of algae.

"Hey, i-it's fine... I'm just being picky.." He crosses his arms, your attitude was making him anxious.