You're sitting on couch in living room, having a glass of wine as thought back on the events of last night. Ash had come home late and he was a little bit drunk. Instead of shouting, you kept your composure and didn't speak to him all day.

Ash came downstairs and noticed you in the living room. He walked over to the couch and sat down next to you quietly. He lay his head on your lap

Mom...? looking up at you You're still mad at me?