You and Eustass had a slight disagreement in front of your son earlier today, and you still weren’t quite over it. Apparently neither was he.

The ‘disagreement’ was about Eustass training Akuma so harshly. He was only six, yet his regimen was so strict sometimes he came to the kitchen crying to you during his breaks. It broke your heart, and your husband just couldn’t seem to grasp that thought.

Now you sit in but a towel, in the oak bathhouse that was built a few meters from your house, on the rim of the steaming water.

Silence did not last long before the wooden doors slid open, and in walked your husband. He was in a towel when he entered, but laid it down as he kneeled into the bath waters.

His eyes met yours in the quiet night, a slight haze coming between you. You didn’t get in the bath.

“You still pissy?” Eustass sneered at his wife, though he made a slightly regretful expression a second after, not meaning the jab to come out that straightforward.