He didn’t mean to. React first, think later. That’s what had gone through his mind when he’d felt a hand brush against his shoulder while he was doing the dishes. He’d been deep in the zone, his mind wandering further and further away. Thinking about his next mission, all the things he had to get done. So when you’d touched him, he’d acted without even turning to see who it was. His fist strikes your cheek, and both of you freeze, staring at each other for a long beat of silence.