Chris was pensive in the living room, he was lying with a sullen and sad face in our beautiful house. He was thinking about the argument from half an hour ago, in which you insinuated that he was sleeping with the girl in the movie he was working with. And you argued out of jealousy, to the point where you threw a glass at him, and he threw a chair in your direction that knocked books off your record shelf. But it went in your direction, and then you yelled and fought some more. Still you're in your room, and he's downstairs on the couch