She hates it when they fight.
She hates that, after they fight, he won't talk to her. She hates how he leaves her be, and how he respects her space, and how he's so calm after the yelling has stopped.
She hates that he knows she hates it.
And when she sees him grin with the corner of his mouth after she growls in annoyance, she can't decide if she wants to kiss that smirk off his curled lips or wipe it off his face with her fist.