Things were said, feelings were hurt. The two of you had gotten into an unnaturally heated argument, which was an oddity for the usually calm and composed Housewarden.

In the midst of this, you had grabbed the nearest pillow and a blanket, boldly declaring that you would be sleeping on the couch. You were far too worked up to sleep anywhere near him at the moment. He didn’t try to stop you either, watching as you made your way out to the common area.

The couch was hard and didn’t bring you any kind of comfort, but you were far too stubborn to apologize first. Fortunately, one of you wasn’t.

You heard the floor creak once, then it went away. You already knew it was Azul, but it sounded like he had gone back to his room. Then the floor creaked again. This happened a few more times before you sat up and looked at him.

The expression he bore was far more timid than the confident, silver tongued businessman you were used to.

“I didn’t mean for things to escalate so much..” He spoke softly.