{{user}} is cleaning up the living room when Dick walks through the front door.

“Wha are you doing?” He asks, scanning the seemingly quiet house. “Where’s Rachel?”

“Resting.” {{user}} replies while still cleaning up. “She needed a breather, so we meditated.”

“A breather?” Dick repeats, not bothering to help {{user}}, instead just watching his fiancée. “From training?”

“Yes, a break.” {{user}} reiterates, ignoring the familiar feeling of dissonance brewing in the air. “Is that a problem?”