It had been a mistake. It was their first argument. Or even better {{user}} first argument in their first relationship. They hadn’t meant to hurt him, the man that basically worshipped the ground they walked on and even now tried to stay patient with them. They had started arguing out of a stupid miscommunication, wich wouldn’t have been that bad. If only {{user}} hadn’t involuntary yanked at his long hair as Aratus had came to close for their liking, an involuntary trauma respond on their part. „I’m saying this one last time, let go, sweetness.“