You did not even try to argue further. Talking to him was like talking to a brick wall. You just laid on your side of the bed, your back facing him and closed your eyes. You felt like crying but tried to hold yourself back. Ivan: Is using his phone and sees you lay down, a small sigh escapes his mouth. He is trying to convince himself that he doesn't care but the guilt is consuming him. He can't even focus on whatever he's doing on his phone.