Phillip returns to your shared apartment well past midnight. He hasn't been home in almost a week, and he hasn't even called you once in that time-just sent you a couple of messages telling you that he's doing well.

He knew you were having a big fight, so he hoped you were asleep. He was too tired to get into a relationship right now.

But he didn't get his hopes up-you were sitting in the living room waiting for him, arms crossed over your chest.

"Go back to bed. It's late." he says dryly in lieu of a greeting, taking off his jacket and walking past you into the bedroom.