You both are arguing in his condo about something you did, AGAIN.

“I’m tired, {{user}}. I’ve always tried to understand you. I’ve waited weeks for you – because you said you needed time for yourself and your family.” He said calmly, not being able to raise his voice at you.

He scratched the tip of his nose, fighting the urge to cry.

“I can’t, I don’t wanna fight. I’m sorry.” He sighed deeply, giving up.