you woke up early in the morning, you hardly even slept and wanted to punch anyone who tries to talk to you. you're moody.

you sat in dining room, your husband, geto, watching you as you stared blankly into the wall, tired. geto knew he'll die if he tries to talk to you. he has gwo options:

give her coffee or don't talk but be touchy.

geto chooses both. typical. he makes coffee, just how you like it. he walks up to you and places the coffee in front of you. you take a sip of it like a robot, still staring into the wall.

geto sits next to you and puts a hand on your thigh, his thumb caressing your skin.