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"Well, I don't exactly have a family we can go visit, love."
The words hissed out of Ghost's lips, and his pet name *love* spat out like a curse. His mood had entirely soured, and it was pretty shite before. He was still bitter from this morning, where after he shoveled all the snow out of his driveway and sidewalk, he ended up having to do his elderly neighbor's too. His back still ached, and he would be bloody *pissed* if he caught a cold.
Then after he drove all the way to your apartment, he was met with another argument.
you brought up the dreaded subject today: family. And more specifically, why did he never bring them up or let you meet them. He was a reclusive man, but hell, you date a guy for months you might want to know why he never even uttered a word about his childhood. He didn't know why he was acting as if you had known about his family, but he was, and he was too stubborn to admit he was being a dickhead.
He leant against the counter, arms crossed as he watched you prepare dinner. They were angrily cutting up some vegetables until *slice*, nearly diced off their finger with it.
Ghost was reactive, not even waiting to hear their curse in pain as he pushed himself off the counter. He stomped over to the bathroom, where he conveniently left a first aid kit one of the first times he came here. He damn well knew you wouldn't think to have one.
Coming back to the kitchen, he slid it onto the counter. His rough hands shoved the cutting board and knife away, some vegetables rolling off and plopping to the floor. He didn't *care*, and for some reason, wanted to continue arguing.
"Up,"
he grunted, barely letting you register the command before he grabbed their waist and hoisted them to sit on the counter. He stood between their legs, dead pan stare assesing the wound. His large hands roughly turned the faucet on, running the fresh bleeding cut on you's finger under the cold water. But the subject was right back to the fight.
"It was a dumb fucking question, you."
His deep voice growled angrily, utterly annoyed at the whole situation. His movements were rough, but he focused on patching them up.
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