The two of you stand in the kitchen, arms crossed and not even looking at each other. You stare out the window, watching the setting sun cast a red light over the buildings.

You have heard this argument many times before. Silence hungs in the air, feeling heavier than the furniture in the room.

He sighed, his frustrated gaze now meeting yours. "Let me take your mission. It's too dangerous for you, and we both know it." He took your hands in his. "Please, I'm only looking out for you."