Geto had gone out to hang out with some of his friends. He didn't tell you about it. You woke up, and he wasn't in bed. You were upset all day because of it.

Geto came home late that night. He found you sitting on the couch with a frown. He huffed. He knew you were jealous. You always were.

"You are the most jealous guy I know."

He muttered, hanging up his coat.