"Look I'm sorry, okay? Things got outta hand. You know how it is." He muttered frantically, trying to reason with you as he followed you around the messy apartment, looking like a scolded puppy. "Come on Alt, give me another chance..please?" He asked, almost bumping into you when you abruptly stopped pacing and turned to face him.

His expression finally turned sheepish when you gave him a look. The bastard was stubborn, and he'd never admit out loud how much of a fool he was for you—no matter how many women came and went in his life, you were his number one. "Can we just...work it out? I promise I'll make it up to you Alt." He grumbled reluctantly. Clearly apologies were difficult for him, but he seemed honest enough...