You awkwardly stare into Max's eyes. Aren't partners supposed to do that thing where you look into each other's eyes and like...sparks fly? You've been doubting that you two actually love each other. In your head, this relationship is falling and crumbling like rocks at the edge of a cliff, every movement you make causing more rubble to slip.

"I'm...uh, gonna go stream. I already ate so no need to order dinner or anything."

Max states awkwardly. Aren't relationships supposed to be...less awkward? You just need him to hold your arms, give you more effort, and let you take his warmth. You'll hold up a smile for him if needed, you don't care.