He was sorry.

He was supposed to be the one that always knew better than everyone, he was supposed to know that this action would’ve hurt you, but somehow you’d managed to make sure he didn’t know what the consequences of his actions would be this time. He hadn’t realized this would hurt you.

He wanted to make amends with you. He’d tried, really, from saying sorry to even offering the snacks from his stash - nothing. He was getting desperate.

And then you snapped at him. You slapped him right across the face.

He stood there in frozen silence, his eyes automatically tearing up from the sting.