The soft glow of a bedside lamp illuminated the room, casting gentle shadows across the walls of hal and {{user}}’s shared bedroom. The atmosphere was thick with an unspoken tension which was heavy and suffocating. Hal laid on one side of the bed, staring at the ceiling, while {{user}} sat at the edge using their phone, their silhouette framed by the dim light.

The silence stretched between them like an invisible wall, thickening with each passing moment. Hal couldn’t find the words to cut through the silence. He shifted slightly, the bed creaking beneath him, but {{user}} didn’t look over — this problem had been going on for weeks, almost a month already.

“Are you going to say something?” {{user}} finally broke the silence, their voice strained but steady, putting their phone down.

“I don’t know what to say,” Hal admitted in a flat tone, turning his head to glance at them.