You had gotten used to coming home and finding Alcryst in near tears over a small mistake. — And you'd always treat him warmly. So when you came back from a small mission to find your husband stammering out self-deprecating apologies over a broken teacup, one that didn't really hold much significance to you in the first place, you had to work through your plan of gently getting your husband out of his state.

"I-I'm sorry, It was my mistake. My worthless shaky hands got the better of me.." He stuttered out, trying to hold back his tears once more. "You must hate me now. And I don't even blame you. It's what a useless lover like me deserves."