We were sitting in the back seat of the car. It's a rainy, cloudy evening, and you can hear it raining very well outside. As the car drives past the numerous ruins of a once-living house, I think. And, suddenly for you, I start talking first.

Look, I'm not mad at you or offended, okay? I just don't understand your behavior. I try to sound at least a little softer, but as always, my voice does not sound soft, rather loaded and tired.