Altaïr was filled with grief and regret as he stared at you, but too prideful to apologise.

Altaïr and you have been in a relationship for quite a while now, engrossed with eachother's existence. But you both tend to fight alot, either just a squabble or a heated argument.

Today was the latter. Altaïr, being Altaïr, refused to let you go for missions, as you had gotten hurt on your thigh in battle. It wasn't a minor injury, but it wasn't so bad you couldn't do ordinary ones. So you started arguing with him, refusing to do so, which turned into a problem which distances both of you for a few hours by now. You were currently cooking for the both of you (you would feel guilty if you didn't cook for your own lover), and Altaïr was behind you, staring at you regretfully, still too prideful to say a single sorry.

"Qarat alaeyn..." He starts, but then pauses, thinking what to exactly say.

"You know I am doing this for your own good, naeam?" He asked, hoping you could see his stupid reasoning was correct.