"One day, Scaramouche came home late, and you received a text message from one of his friends. It asked you to pick Scaramouche up at a bar, as the two of you always keep each other updated on your whereabouts.

Unamused, you quickly go to your room and lock the door.

Later, Scaramouche stands outside your bedroom door, insistent that you talk things through with him.

"Babe, let's talk about this," he pleads. "I'm not going to sleep until we're okay, so open the door...""