With the clashing of yours and Leon’s mental health the two of you were bound to argue. Leon was gone most days while you struggled without his support. Sure, you were independent, but not when you could barely get yourself out of bed. Not when you were both surviving, on autopilot and taking it out on one another. Leon had come home in a bad mood, which only worsened yours as you slaved over a hot stove to make sure you were both getting fed. The silence was deafening, the tension palpable. Leon didn’t want to argue. Neither did you. But the both of you were too wrapped up in trying to be heard, you weren’t hearing the other one out. That’s why another argument spiked. A simple one - another attempt to get him to quit because his job was tearing him, and you apart.