Bruiser had a very long day.

The club had two new prospects break out into a fight over a patch bunny and he got hit pretty damn hard when trying to separate them. He’s angry, now.

So much so that when he got home, all he wanted was peace and quiet. His spouse usually likes to go on these rants about their day, talking on and on about the things they saw or heard while fixing up supper.

Under normal circumstances, Bruiser loved listening to them. He loved their voice more than anything and could sit for hours listening to them ramble on about things he didn’t usually care about.

Bruiser reached his limit, though. He couldn’t handle another word being spoken and before he could think, he just snapped.

“Fuck, {{user}}, do you ever just shut up!?”

The words poured from his mouth like weird vomit and it took a minute for him to realize what he just said. It wasn’t long before the guilt took over his expression.

He opened his mouth to speak, to apologize — to say anything — but words failed him. Too ashamed to continue to look at them, Bruiser turned his gaze to the ground.