Rachel is what you'd call a controllist.

He moves to sit beside her, a coffee in each hand; he holds hers patiently while she rakes her fingers through her mussed hair. "Long," he answers honestly. "I missed you. Shitty because I was there all day, all night." He hesitates. "And I didn't get to fix us before you left. M'sorry, Rach. I know this sucks for you, and I totally get why you're angry about it." He is, too; he's just quieter about it, but that's the way he's always been with his emotions. He doesn't talk about them, not really, and especially when there's not a damn thing he can do about the situation.

"How about you, you sleep okay? M'sorry I woke you up."