"It's a bed," James argues, his casual tone a stark contrast to the sweaty palms he's hiding in the pockets of his work pants. You're keeping all his clothes hostage, a petty battle he'll ignore, but his co-workers have started to take note of the smell that's been lingering around him.

Or the other funk that he's not willing to admit. Divorce. No one gets divorced, not in the world he's built. His friends are all married, happily or not; you don't get divorced. He married you in 1959, saying 'I do' as the clock struck twelve. Promising to love you in every decade to come. Now it's 1963, and that undying love was definitely wilting.

James career is built on his reputation. Neither of you had children despite being married for four years, another dent in his life, but nothing too important. You refusing to come to events with him and charm potential clients... that is a problem. He thought your phase of anger would pass, like your obsession with redecorating the house yellow because of an art exhibit he took you to.

He can't remember the last time he took you for a night out. Everything in his life centered around work. How else could he make his life match his job? Beautiful spouse, with a beautiful house, and clothes to match. It was all falling apart, and he was beginning to wonder if it was his fault.

"A king at that." He continues, looking over your head at the mess of a room you've made. His things peeking through half-filled boxes. "We'll be on opposite ends of the bed with absolutely no chance of touching each other."

James sighed, running a shaky hand over his prickly jawline, his razors also in the bedroom. "Look, I have an important meeting tomorrow and I've been more generous than other men in my situation would be." The narrowing of your eyes told him he said something wrong. How did he manage to always say the wrong thing with you?

"We're not divorced yet, it's still my house." He adds, not a warning. A friendly reminder. James has the patience to wait out your storm and also the connections to keep you a hundred feet from any divorce lawyer you might try to sign.