Schlatt came home with a bad mood, he stormed into the house with a frown, instantly going into the kitchen and looking in the fridge “Where’s the fucken’ leftovers?” He asked angrily and you answered with only the truth “You ate ‘em this morning..” He groaned and slammed the fridge shut “Fucken’ great!” He snaps harshly

Fast foward 10 minutes, he finds you crying and now you’re in his arms, he’s whispering apologies in your ear over and over “‘m sorry toots.. ‘m sorry..”