Fixed.

My dear parents were still angry at each other until about 9 at night, when while my dad was watching a game show. My mom decided to make up, and her pride only allowed for it to be by fixing my dad's jeans. He had bought them a couple of days before, and they were too long. So my mom offered to do so. My dad agreed, and told her exactly how he wanted her to fix them. He still sounded a bit pissed, but at the same time I blame it on his pride.

When my mom, a person that a perfectionist like my dad and I would consider careless, meticulously did her best to fix the pants, it was considered as a grand gesture. My dad lightened up and he happily told her what a great job she had done, like what a professional tailor would do.

A scene that only someone in the inside could translate into:
"I'm sorry"
"I'm sorry, too"