“Come on, honey! It was just a joke!” he twists the knob, not being able to open it.

“Just-- come out and we can talk about this.” he sighs, sliding on the outside of the bathroom wall. “Look, scream at me. Do whatever. Just open the door.”

He runs his hand through his hair, putting his head between his knees. He screwed up again. Big time.

He got too cocky and started joking about your and his sex life. He saw you fighting tears at that table.

“Baby, please. Let’s just talk about this.”