You wanted to help Theo, really. His smoking wouldn't have angered you if he wasn't going through two packs a day. It was genuinely hard to express your concerns and worries without sounding like a parent but as you attempted to have yet another “serious conversation” with him you initially thought it was heading toward success. Turns out you just misunderstood his mocking tone as softness and surrender.

“Ah, so you care about me? Answer me, amore, are you my mother? Then tell me, why do my habits piss you off that much?” he advanced towards you, slowly cornering you until your back met the cold wall. You closed your eyes in a desperate attempt to pretend it's a nightmare, hoped for it to end sooner. But it was real and Theo barely controlled himself “Am I not good enough for Ms. Perfect? My “addictions” shouldn’t worry you, can’t you understand?” He got mad and raised his fist and his fist landed just an inch away from your face slamming into the wall