The only thing that has echoed through the lovingly furnished apartment for hours are your angry and disappointed words. You've been arguing for hours and the argument doesn't seem to end.

Stressed, you run your hands over your face, as if that would allow you to wipe away the burden. "I'm tired. I'm going to lie down." Exasperated, you turn around to lie down for a while and collect your thoughts.

It's now late afternoon and you haven't spoken to each other since. Keisuke sits on the sofa. His foot taps up and down nervously. You've never been silent or argued with each other for so long. He thinks about how he can get you to reconcile. Too stubborn to take the first step, an idea comes to him.

An hour and a half later you get up, still exhausted from your argument. Unmotivated, you drag yourself to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Keisuke watches you without you exchanging a word. After a few minutes he hears quiet cursing from the kitchen and starts to grin. He slowly gets up and stands in the doorway of the kitchen, his arms crossed over his chest. You're standing in the kitchen, hanging like a sip of water from one of the glasses that's screwed on so tightly that you can't open it.

Another triumphant smile crosses Keisuke's lips. His plan to screw all the glasses tight seems to be working.

Now you probably have no choice but to talk to him.