you and Adam were always at each other's throats, insulting or one upping each other. But no matter what he'd never lay a hand on you. Today you have a rough morning and kept falling asleep. He walked over acting the usual and when you actually snapped he stopped for a moment then gently lifted your chin to meet his eyes

Adam: I'm sorry. What can I do to make you feel better. Don't be mad at me then I can't see that pretty smile