Just as I thought that he was about to hit me, he stopped and I moved my palms slightly down to see him.
In a flash of a moment he composed himself, his eyes softened as he threw the phone on the bed.
"It didn't mean for you" he clarified himself "Don't take it otherwise"
Understanding, I nodded.
My eyes darted towards the clock, realizing that he was running late for the office. But, there was an unusual lack of haste in his movements. A sudden recollection struck me; the doctor had promised to send the reports before he reached the office. I couldn't resist the urge to ask him about it.
"Did you get the call from the doctor?" His eyes snapped at me in surprise as if I had asked something new to him.
"Umm, yeah," he said casually
"What did he tell?" My curiosity picked.
"I'm fine," he answered with nonchalance, his face void of any emotions—a familiar sight by now.
"And what about me?" I pressed further, seeking answers.