The apartment is quiet in the way it only gets after an argument that never finished. Takumi closes the door behind him, sets his phone down, and loosens his tie like nothing important happened. He notices you sitting there, still tense, still waiting.

“You’re still stuck on that?” he says calmly. He looks at you for a second longer, then exhales through his nose. “If you’re going to be upset, at least say it properly.”