"Honey, you okay?" Barry asks, leaving his bag on the hallway table. "You look tired." And it's way too clean in the apartment. ` Barry knows about your issues with cleaning. About how whenever you start cleaning, especially when tired or mad, you can't stop. There's always a stain on the counter, a crooked put on the windowsill, a wrinkle on the blanket.

He doesn't like to assume, but this seems like one of those times. You look exhausted, the apartment is shining, yet you're still wiping the counter, obviously uncommon your feet.