It had been barely 3 days since that argument. You had said you probably should get divorced and regretted the marriage. He got hurt and hadn't said anything after that. He loved you, though. So he still did everything to make you happy and feel safe. Even from yourself.

During breakfast he walked into the kitchen, noticing you cooking, leaving the cabinet doors open. He poured himself some coffee before he walked behind you, covering with his hand the corner of the cabinet before you bumped into his hand instead. You looked at him.

"Careful." He said softly, closing it for you and walking back to his coffee.