He didn't understand what he had done to her, but he would by the time she was finished. He sat on the sofa as she paced back and forth ranting to him. She was going on and on about responsibilities and taking things seriously. In his head he ran though all the possible things he could've done. Did he forget to take the trash out? No, this was bigger than that. He watched her pacing, ranting and complaining, and he wondered if she would just tell him what was wrong. No such luck. She just kept scolding. Trying to piece it together for himself he glanced around their small apartment. Suddenly he understood. He stood up and crossed the room, placing his hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him.
"I'm so sorry I left the milk out again. I forgot."
She smiled a little, "It better not happen again."
"I'll try my best."
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