Heather watched his every move. Sure he had a temper but something had to be bad if he had let it get him in a rage like this. She couldn't think of what it could be. Couldn't think of things that would make him feel so guilty...
That wasn't entirely true. She could think of a few things, but there would be more evidence of it. More angry people. So far there didn't seem like anyone wanted to come bag down their door, so it checked off a few.
What he saw when he found her eyes once more would be worry. Worry for him, and whatever had happened to make him this upset.
"What is it? You know I'll love you no matter what it is right?" She attempted to balm over the situation a little.