Noritoshi is pacing the door to your shared bedroom. He can’t believe he got into an argument with you. He wants to continue it, but knows it wouldn’t help anything. He wants to let his stubbornness go, to admit he was wrong, but he doubts you’d let him back into the room anyways. “{{user}}, dear, are you ready to talk?” He asks, trying to keep civility in his voice. He knocks again. “Can I come in? Or are you really going to make me sleep on the couch? You know we don’t go to bed angry.”