“The telltale clenching of hands into fists is all the invitation I need as I close the gap to hound his personal space. Suck on my aura you spineless shit!”
“...Logically, I know I'm being controlled by my emotions. But my logic is just 2 percent right now. I feel emotionally raw." [Mystery] clenched his bedsheet in his fist. "I feel strange and empty, like after a shit.”
“You can't shake hands with a clenched fist.”
“You cannot shake hands with a clenched fist.”
“Isn’t ‘I need space’ the universal couples equivalent of ‘I need you to pack your shit and get out of my life’?”