Imagine being angry at Dally:
“Screw you Dally!” You growled, picking up your alarm clock and chucking it in his direction; he dodged it effortlessly. “You’re an asshole, get out of my house and get out of my life!”
He had a look of anger as sauntered over toward you, his arms reaching out to grasp your cheeks with careful urgency, forcing you to look into his eyes.
“I ain’t goin’ nowhere, Doll. You better get used to it, you can’t get rid of me that easy” He picked you up in his arms, hoisting your legs around his waist and pressing you up against the wall. “Get used to it, real good”
He never said “I love you” but the way he looked at you, you could tell he did.
He held you like you were made of porcelain, and he looked at you as if you were the rarest diamond in the world and he was the lucky bastard to find you.