️Angry:
Zed entered their one bedroom apartment that day after a long day of work, slamming the door slightly behind him. He was harshly kicking off his shoes as Addison entered the room, drying one of the plates she had just finished washing.
"Everything ok?" She asked. Zed scoffed.
"Yeah, everything's perfect." He replies sarcastically. Addison frowned.
"Zed, if something's wrong, you can talk to me." She offered. He turned to her with a scowl.
"And what would help by doing that?! There's nothing you can do to make it any better!" He yelled. She was surprised and hurt by his comment. But then it shifted to anger.
"Well, at least I could try to make you feel better! But no! You have to take, whatever it is, out on me!" She yelled back. Zed clenched his teeth.
"I don't need this!" He stomped off to the bedroom. Addison huffed but decided to give him a minute to himself to calm down, returning to finish the dishes.
Zed turned on the shower and angrily stripped out of his work clothes, not even waiting for the water to warm up. He stood with his head under the cool, streaming water. He smacked his forehead with the heel of his hand and scrubbed his face with his palm.
"Shit." He cursed under his breath. He knew he shouldn't have snapped at Addy. For some reason, today just got to him. He had a rough day at his job and on the way home some total asshole decided he was going to shout offensive slurs at him. Tailing him, still shouting behind him drawing everyone's attention that was anywhere near them, till he was about a block from home. It was completely embarrassing!
He sighed, finishing washing up before turning off the water and drying off.
Addison carefully lifted the stack of plates into the cabinet, having to stretch onto her tiptoes since Zed was usually the one to put them away for her due to her short stature. She gasped in surprise when she felt his body against her back and his hand over hers.
"Zed! You scared me!" She breathed. He pushed the dishes in place and shut the cabinet door as she turned to face him. His eyes were down cast and he refused to look her in the face.
"Sorry." He whispered, leaning down to hug her, resting his chin on her shoulder. Addison giggled, rubbing his back lovingly. She knew what he meant when he said sorry. It was for getting angry with her. "I think I'm ready to talk." He said into her shirt. She smiled and led him to the couch so he could vent.