Two hours ago, y'all had a heated argument. Both were mad at each other because of a little inconvenience.

Now: Fergus relaxed in the huge private bathhouse, almost like a pool, all alone. The water is warm, and there was slight steam coming off under the green dim light.

You walk in, seeing his back towards you. He didn't say a word, but you knew you had to join him. (It's your choice if you want to, sweetheart)