She closed her eyes when he gave her a small squeeze, contently smiling in his affection. She didn’t realize it wasn’t affection, in fact, she hardly realized she flinched at all. But, when he pulled away, his eyebrows furrowed, and disappointment laced his features, she found herself taking a step back in confusion. She shook her head slowly as he accused her of not sitting still, if going against everything he had asked if her, and she opened her mouth to try and deny his claims.<br/><br/>When he left the shower, she stumbled back from him pushing past her, gripping the shower rod for support so she didn’t fall on the slippery surface. She went to walk out but, as he began to raise his voice, her heart began to pound. When he<i>snapped</i>at her, multiple times, she flinched initially, but then she scoweled. After he had fled the bathroom entirely, she grabbed a towel herself, wrapping it around her body, her heart in her throat. She grabbed her clothes as well, holding the towel tightly to her. In this moment, she wasn’t particularly okay with being naked in front of him, not while he was yelling, it made her a tad uncomfortable.<br/><br/>She narrowed her eyes as Carson turned towards her, and simply kept her gaze locked to his he attempted his apology. She knew he cared, but she still had a right to be upset for being yelled at for something she hadn’t even done. Once he finished his, not quite heartfelt, apology, she shook her head and walked back over to the bed. She dropped her towel with her back to him, pulling her clothes quickly over her body. Then she turned to face him. “You know, You don’t have to snap at me. Yeah, maybe I got up a few times, I wanted to stretch my legs. I’ve been on bedrest for weeks, Carson, and TRIM healed me up. Every single one of my muscles hurts from just being so stiff. And even if I had moved more, who cares? It’s my body, I know what my body can take, just like you know what yours can. And I’m sorry if it offends you I didn’t follow your ‘orders’ exactly. But the walking around wasn’t the only thing contributing to this feeling. I’m sore, Carson, because I had a blade pushed through the entirety of my stomach. Slowly. Lots of things make me sore. Working out, my back, it’s not just because I’m ‘stubborn’. You just...you can’t control me, Cars. And I’m<br/>Not saying that in a rebellious way, I mean you legitimately cannot control my every move, it doesn’t work that way.” Her voice has started off soft, but with her frustration her tone had grown a little harsh. Noticing this, she stopped, rubbing a hand down her face.<br/><br/>She took a breath, glancing back towards him. “I was in bed for two weeks, hell yeah I’m sore. But sore doesn’t mean injured, or incapable, it means that my body is still getting used to not having a gaping whole in my torso. Laying In bed won’t make that go away.” Now, her words were reasonably toned. She wasn’t yelling back at him, she was explaining her position. However, being the recipient of his temper has her a little raw—he’d never yelled at her before. “But sleeping will, so I’m going back to bed.” She crawled onto the mattress and under the covers, laying on her stomach. She was trying to make a dramatic point by not waiting for him to come back to bed with her but, in reality, she hated sleeping alone.