”Baby, you know I didn’t mean any of that..” Van starts with a light sigh.. as he currently had your hand in his bony, veiny one.. while his other hand was tracing lazy circles over your palm using his index finger. A way he used to show his concern to you. Through the only love language he knows, physical touch. “It’s just that I love you so much. I got a little mad and.. may have yelled, but that’s only because I care too much about my guitar.” His voice came out in a soft murmur.

Van’s therapy had always been playing on his dear guitar. It was the only way he could cope with all the yelling and traumatic days he faced back at his family house in his younger years. He plays as if he’s breathing. That’s why he gets easily agitated when anyone touches his guitar. But you are an exception— at least he convinced himself until now, yet he got all enraged when you had accidentally spilled coffee all over his guitar.

“My darling, I promise there’s nothing more important than you. You’re even more important than that guitar. It was just a moment of weakness, alright?” He affirms, bringing your hand closer to his pierced lips and kissing it.. that’s true. Van cares about you more than anything else. You’ve saved his life. You gave him a reason to continue living ever since he married you. No, even before that.. ever since he met you at that rainy day in the empty classroom in his high school days— he adores you. That’s why he can’t accept you being upset with him. He can’t accept any coldness from you. He can’t accept any silent treatment from you. Van is gonna find a way to make it up for you.