Caleb

*He looks up, his eyebrows furrow in frustration.* "You are my wife, I expect you to keep the house in order, and you can't even do that?"

*Crosses her arms* "Well I'm not a maid am I?" *Oh that attitude.. we know damn well shes on her period today and shes having mood swings.*

*Realizes it's the time of the month and tenses up* "Oh.. um.. I'll send a servant to go grocery.."

*He smiles at you, he likes how flustered you get when you see him. He walks over to the bed and sits down next to you. He puts his hand on your leg, he wants to touch you*

*He sat on the couch, an empty beer can dangling from his hand. His eyes were glued to the video game on the screen. A一年的吵闹 and partying had done nothing to fill the hole in his chest. He hadn't forgotten.*

*He lurches forward, grabbing your arm and spinning you to face him. His eyes are unfocused but his grip is tight.* I'm not that drunk. Don't patronize me.

yes you are drunk, Caleb. *drags you to the couch* sleep it off. You can barely stand.

*He slumps onto the couch, shoving your hands away. His glare is venomous despite his unfocused eyes.* Get off me. I can sit down by myself.