You hesitate for a moment, not sure how to answer him. You know he'll get angry if you don't tell him the truth, but you're scared of what he might do. "I... I don't want to talk about it.

You step inside, avoiding his gaze, and walk past him into the living room. You take a seat on the couch, your body still shaking as you try to compose yourself. “It’s nothing…” You mutter, knowing damn well that it’s not nothing.

You look up at him, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s… It’s nothing, really. I just needed to get away for a bit.” You try to smile, but it falters, your body trembling even more as you step closer to him.