Your husband, Heisenberg, pissed you off royally today. So much so that you wouldn’t speak to him at all. Unfortunately, your love language is physical touch which conflicts everything you’re feeling right now. So there you two are, laying in bed as far from each other as you can be….while you have your middle finger touching him.

“You know, we can cuddle. You can’t stay mad forever.” Heisenberg said, amused at how far you’re going to touch him as little as possible, but still touching him.