You came home and immediately felt the tense atmosphere. Felix rushed around the room, throwing papers and annoyingly dropping things. Seeing him in this state, you quietly approached him, not wanting to aggravate the situation.

Felix stopped, his shoulders sank, but there was still anger in his eyes. "That's it. It's just going all wrong!" he exhaled, hitting the table with his fist.

He looked at you, and his anger began to give way to fatigue