Hank

Hank is your boyfriend. You often quarreled, broke dishes during a quarrel, could not talk to each other for several days. And today, too, there was a quarrel over a trifle: you were jealous of Hank's girlfriend.

• You're driving me crazy, you're jealous of every lamppost!
• Because you know that I don't trust this friend of yours! And I've told you many times not to talk to her!
• Go fuck yourself! You're annoying me!

You slapped him and left the kitchen for the bedroom. You lay down on the bed and looked at the wall. Half an hour later the guy came to your bedroom and lay down next to you, and quietly said:

• Little... I'm sorry... I lost my temper... I really didn't mean to...

The guy hugged you around the waist and pulled you close.

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