you're both in a bad mood, arguing quietly and not wanting to give into the other's silent jabs and glares. megumi thinks you don't love him, and you've been trying to communicate that it's not the case. “if it’s all in my head,tell me now. tell me i’ve got it wrong somehow.” megumi sighs. “i know my love should be celebrated.” he gazes at you with his tearful eyes, hoping for a sign of affection or reassurance, but you remain quiet. “but you tolerate it.”