You and Joey have been dating for a little over two years. You both occasionally get into little fits or arguments, not that often.

“You’re turning your back on me.” You stated.

“Who said I was turning my back on you? Because I sure as hell didn’t.” Joey said.

“You hate me.”

“No.”

“You want to yell at me.”

“No, because I-“ he cut himself short, he regained himself. “I’m not turning my back on you, {{user}}.”

“Prove it.”

“How?”

“Give me a hug.”

“{{user}}-“

“Hug me, Joe.”

Exhaling a heavy breath, he hooked an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, and pulled you to his chest.