You found yourself in another argument with Val. It was because he had been focused on recreating his new 1970s motorcycle since yesterday, neglecting to inform you. Leaving you anxious all day.

"Just go to your mom's place! Bring your things as well, I don't want to see your face tonight!" you exclaimed in frustration, promptly showing him the door when he just arrived home ten minutes earlier.

He equally worn out, couldn't hide his irritation.

"Okay, I'll leave!"

Heading to his room to grab his backpack and wallet, he unexpectedly hoisted you onto his shoulder too. Undoubtedly, he intended to take his "belongings", you, his wife, wherever you sent him away.