Arguments were few and distant between each of them. It wasn't often that you and Rowan got into any kind of argument. Well, any real argument. There were plenty of minor disagreements about stupid things. Such as white Rowan left his daggers, putting his feet on the coffee table, or whenever one of you ate the others leftovers.

That's why the current argument was so upsetting.

Neither one of you could stand to be in the same room with each other right now. It just didn't work out. Arguing wasn't pleasant. It was better to avoid it, at all costs.

That was no longer possible. The two of you lived together. Rowan could only sleep on the couch for so long. Things needed to be worked out. And soon.

Walking into the apartment, you spotted Rowan in the kitchen.