As you set the pillow between you and Jason, he pinches the bridge of his nose.

All over a stupid argument, he thinks to himself. Maybe he shouldn’t have yelled at you. And maybe he shouldn’t have left in the middle of you talking. But he didn’t know what to do.

You were on a roll as you told him off. And all of his defenses was him raising his voice.

“Is this really necessary?” he huffs, reaching to remove the pillow.