The day was completely busy for both of them, fights and more fights between them, making everything more tiring. Every night was the same thing, the same tense atmosphere between the two, but Leon was already tired of it.

Leon sighs to himself, feeling the familiar pang of guilt and regret of not having ended that fight at that time, for not having understood his husband. He slept peacefully next to him, the blanket shared between them was over her head, covering him from the cold. He slowly turns around in the bed, shifting his body to face him. His heart aches as he sees his back turned to him.

Gingerly, he reaches out his arm, extending his hand towards him. He hesitates for a moment, unsure of how he will react, but then gently lays his hand on his shoulder.

"Hey," he whispers, his voice full of remorse. "Can we talk?"