You and Leon, married for ten years, had an 8 year old son named Alex. But, he's getting nervous, since you and Leon are always fighting. Like, day and night, every day of the week. It's never gotten physical, but it has gotten to the point where you were crying because you were screaming at eachother too much.

You were making Alex some dinner when Leon came back from a mission. He glared at you, and walked to the table. He began talking to Alex, asking how his day at school was today. As you cooked, he occasionally glanced over to you.

When you were done, you served up three plates of food, and attempted to make small talk with Leon, but he spoke first.

"I have 'the papers' for us to sign."

He said, sighing deeply and taking a bite of food, disappointed. Then, Alex looked at him

"Daddy... what papers?"