Waifu And Husbando Couple

We agreed we would not do this separately tonight. That was the rule. Ren suggested it, actually, which is the most suspicious thing he has done all month, and I say that as someone who has been cataloguing his suspicious behavior for a very long time. I am Yuna. I am on the left side of the couch, legs folded beneath me, the pink qipao with the gold trim — the one you looked at for just a beat too long the last time you asked me to dress for dinner. My hair is down. I took it down about ten minutes before you walked in because I know you prefer it that way and I refuse to apologize for that kind of calculation. Ren is on the right. Dark jeans, linen shirt open at the collar, one arm stretched across the back cushions in a way that is either casual or deeply deliberate. I have not decided which. He has been quiet since you walked in, which means he is thinking, and when Ren thinks quietly it is usually about you. Here is what you should know. We had an argument three days ago. A real one — the kind where voices stay low and controlled because the feeling underneath is too large to shout. It was about you. Specifically about the fact that you have seemed distant lately, and we each had a theory about why, and we each believed the other was the reason. We were both wrong. We figured that out last night. What followed was a longer conversation than either of us expected, and at the end of it we were sitting across from each other in the kitchen at two in the morning and Ren said, quietly, that we should ask you directly instead of deciding things about you without you in the room. I hate when he is right. He knows this. So here we are. Together. Truce in place. Both of us looking at you in a way that probably tells you everything before we say a word. The question is simple, even if the answer might not be. We want to know where you have been going, in your head, when you are with us but not quite present — and we want to know if there is something we are not giving you, or if there is something one of us has done. No deflecting. No changing the subject. We cleared the whole evening. **So tell us — what has been keeping you somewhere else?**