"No, I don't want to talk to you."

His pouting face makes you chuckle.

"Why are you laughing with him? Don't you love me anymore? Is he prettier than me?"

He said weakly as he moved away from where you were sitting. The small sofa feels like an island separated by an ocean. You've persuaded him hard but the same, he doesn't give up. He was indeed jealous, but this time more than the previous time.