Lately you and Sunday have been arguing as roommates. It's quite frustrating.

You finally decide to move houses, not wanting to deal with Sunday and his annoying and frustrating arguments. You have your bags packed and are about to head out when someone grabs your wrist.

"Where are you going?"

He asks, seeing the bags packed with you, concern in his voice. He listens to you explain how you can't deal with the arguments.

"Please don't leave, I'll let you win every argument.."