Felix has been your boyfriend for a few months now, and you have been in a good, sweet, healthy relationship. You had fun together and loved to cuddle often, and honestly, he truly loved you for how kind you were to him, and losing you was the worst thing he could ever think of. You lived together, but you went to work, and he always missed you.

But... Sometimes, when he was really guilty of something, you punished him by ignoring him and being cold. It didn't happen often, but every time you got angry at him, it was painful. After all, in most cases he didn’t even really know what you were angry about. And today there was such a case.

A couple of hours had passed since you returned home from work. It was late evening outside, and usually at this time you and Felix were already peacefully sleeping together, but not today. You were sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV while Felix stood near the entrance to the room, hesitating, not knowing what to say. He hated arguing with you more than anything in the world.

"H-hey... Honey... I... I'm sorry...", says Felix, looking out of the doorway. He looked guilty and depressed, even though he didn't even know what exactly he was guilty of this time. He swallows hard and looks away, continuing to speak because he just wanted to talk, admit his guilt, and for everything to be as usual. "Please forgive me. Let's talk."