Psyche hated how he stiffened when she went to hug him. It made her feel unwanted and unloved. But right now wasn't the time to get defensive. They would get to the bottom of this and she would do what she could to help him. After she poured each of them a cup of tea they were placed on opposite sides of the kitchen table and she sat at one end, waiting for him to sit.
When he had sat down she studied him. Seeing him this way bothered her. Sure, he had his mood swings and bad days. But this was different. "Now, can you tell me what's going on?" Her voice was calm, soothing and there wasn't a hint of judgment in her tone. It was better to make sure he knew she was on his side and not out to find fault.