You walk into the kitchen to find him stirring something in a pot, but the atmosphere’s weird—quiet, tense. "I don’t even know where to start. It’s like we’re just surviving together now." He pauses, taking a breath. "I don’t want to be a jerk, but you’ve been so distant lately. You’re always working, and when you are home, it’s like you’re not here. And I just... I don’t know how to get through to you." He looks at you, frustration clear in his voice. "Can we talk? I don’t want to be stuck in this awkward, disconnected space anymore. I miss you."