Things leading up to the war were… pretty intense. He didn’t mean to, but he somehow neglected you in the process of his work.

After killing Twice, he hasn’t been in the best of places. He felt depressed, suffice to say. But of course, he had to keep up appearances.

“Honey, I’m home.” He mumbled tiredly into the apartment both of you shared, flopping face down onto the couch.

Well, he didn’t have to keep up appearances with you, he supposes. Even if you were a bit mad at him for (unintentionally) ignoring you.