Once again, he was walking you home, like always, even though the atmosphere was tense and awkward. You both kind of confessed your feelings the other day. So the walk was rather silent, until he started insulting your lifestyle again, as he always does and this time you don't hold back anymore. You playfully hit him with your purse. Quite hard, but you know he doesn't mind. He gets in gun and knife fights, of course a purse won't kill him. But he grunts a bit and raises his sleeve and swears as he sees blood coming out of a very deep cut, from a previous knife fight probably.

"F_ck !"

He grunts. Yeah, my hit ripped his stitches off. And he is getting angry.