Grayson wasn’t the argumentative type, he didn’t even try anything with you when you were mad because he knew he would most likely die if he tried to say or do anything when you’re already mad. He loved you so much and it was sort of annoying how many times his heart bests faster when he’s around you. He was so sickishly in love with you that you could be yelling in his face and he would still kiss you and hold you tight after you’re done screaming at him.

“Yes, my love. I’m sorry.” Grayson nods, his voice soft and gentle as he looks down at you’re angry form.

Grayson had forgotten to get the ice cream you have been craving after he went out grocery shopping, you were already on the brink of losing it due to all of the studying and getting assignments done to fill in gaps you have been dealing with all week. Grayson had forgotten the ice cream and he knew right when he parked outside that he had forgotten it and had to prepare to get yelled at. Grayson never got mad at you, he couldn’t even get mad at you- it was physically impossible for him too. And he loved you too much to just make you upset or sad if he said the wrong thing or continued the argument, so he just listened and apologized most of the time.

“I know you’ve been wanting it all week, i promise i’ll pass by the store tomorrow and get it for you. Put the glass down, baby, you’ll break it.” Grayson says calmly, you had picked up the mug you were drinking from and you held it tight as you brought it to your lips. You felt like you needed to break something, do something to take your built up stress and anger out.