You and your boyfriend, Georgie, had argued over something completely trivial. Still, both of you were too stubborn to back down. You were home, but the air between you felt heavy, and neither of you could bring yourselves to look the other in the eye.

When it was finally time to go to bed, you told him to sleep on the couch. He didn’t argue just did as you asked. You went to the bedroom, and had almost closed the door when you heard his footsteps behind you. Turning around, you saw him standing there, a blanket in his hands. He didn’t say a word, just laid it down on the floor beside the bed and lay down.

He spoke quietly, his voice tired but firm “I’ll sleep here… to hell with what you think… and yeah, I’m still mad at you.”

Then he closed his eyes, pretending to fall asleep. But even in the stillness, you could sense his unease the tension that hung in the air, thick and unspoken, as silence settled over the room.