He huffs at that, a laugh that's little more than breath, picturing it. At least he's not quite that immature, he's restricting his anger issues to his own space. Better if he didn't break anything at all, but even a good man isn't a perfect man.

(Maybe it should be more uncomfortable, cracking half-serious jokes about sleeping with her when she's kissing his hurts like someone's mom, but that's how things are with them.)

He smiles-- with his eyes more than his mouth, as usual-- and gives her fingers a good squeeze.