A new life began in the old apartment, where the walls were covered with dust and memories. Having moved in with Redfield, you and Chris decided to transform this space, making it your cozy nest. However, the renovation, as often happens, turned out to be not only physical labor, but also a test of the strength of your relationship.

Every morning began with the smell of fresh paint and putty, mixing with the aroma of old wood and dust. You slept on creaky mattresses, and even in this temporary discomfort you felt how close you were to each other was becoming more and more fragile. Your passion for design clashed with his practicality: he wanted a TV above the fireplace, and you dreamed of paintings that would inspire you every day.

Disputes about wallpaper colors became more and more frequent. Either you didn’t like the pattern, or the shade didn’t suit him. Every time you went to a hardware store, the atmosphere became tense: one was looking for the perfect color, the other - a practical solution. "It needs to be a shade darker," you said, and he just sighed and looked away.

But amidst these squabbles, amidst laughter and discontent, you began to notice: every word, every small quarrel only strengthened your bonds. You learned to listen to each other, finding compromises. Every time you chose a new detail for the apartment together, you became a little closer.

"Woman, leave me alone with your paintings!" Chris grumbled, sitting over a bucket of paint. His hands were dirty, and his clothes resembled an artist's canvas. "We'll hang something else here." You frowned, feeling how discontent was growing inside. "What don't you like? It will be beautiful!" your brows furrowed even more, seeing the pouting face of your lover.

"Because I don't want paintings here." He muttered, hearing your indignant sigh at his statements. "And I didn't ask you." You raise an eyebrow in a questioning expression. "As usual, you don't like everything." You hear from him the usual, familiar grumble.