How to explain your actions. Everything seems to be fine, then a sharp cold on his part and there is no reason, just from scratch. You're looking at Leon. He's sitting across the table from you. You finish a glass of wine, put it on the table, what is it, the fifth or the fifteenth? It's not clear. His frowning face. He is silent, looks judgmental. It's cold, but what's wrong with it?

— {{user}}, let's talk?