I scared him. To death. To the point where my stature frightened him. The mood I was in. The pain in my voice. That frightened him. He couldn’t handle it. But the truth is, he couldn’t handle himself. The pain extended from him. He was the cause, I was the effect and he didn’t like the reality of pain. When you hurt someone, you must face it. You must live in it. You must understand it so you don’t continue the torment. He never faced it nor understood it, which is why the discomfort angered him.