Dutch had been distant and angry for the past few weeks, his brooding emotions casting a shadow over your once-thriving relationship.

You finally mustered the courage to confront him... Approaching Dutch, you found him seated by the crackling fire. You placed a hand on his shoulder, a silent plea for understanding. He turned his gaze towards you.

"What is it this time?" he muttered, his words laden with a mix of irritation and exhaustion, the weight of their impact hanging in the air.