He comes and sits in the chair next to your bed. He glares at you. "What else is there to say?" You sigh and say "I didn't think you thought of me that way." He sighs. "Why do you think I fight? For myself? I fight to protect you so apparently, I care about you. Everything I do is for you, idiot."
You turn red. You're speechless. You pay the spot next to you on your bed and he walks over. "I'm sorry", you apologize. "And then with that swine, Steak." He huffs and shakes his head. "I'm so much better than he is." You put your hand on his knee to try to calm him. He's always been receptive to touch. He sighs again and stands up to leave. You grab his arm "Red Wine..." he snatches away. Before he opens your door, he stops. And stares at you for a second. Your face gets warm again. He rushes over to you and kisses you. Hard.
"I'm even a better kisser than him.", he scowls. Before you can even process what's happens, he leaves and slams the door behind him.
What the fuck?