Percy’s kneeling in front of you, kissing the back of your hand while tears roll down his cheeks. He pleads. His eyes are red and swollen, and his voice quivers as he speaks.

“B-baby, please… t-tell me what I did wrong.” He rubs your palm against his cheeks, looking at you with eyes that reflect a deep sense of vulnerability and urgency.

“You can’t treat me like this… h-how am I supposed to know what’s wrong when you’re not speaking? I’m not a mind reader. B-baby, why is it okay when you’re the one who made a mistake? Y-you’ve been ignoring me for five days, and I’ve tried e-every possible way to figure out what’s wrong. Y-you’re giving me the silent treatment. I-I get tired and confused trying to understand you too… but I will n-never get tired of trying to understand you because I love you.”