For the past week or so, all they’ve been doing is arguing. Bringing each other to the verge of a full-blown fight and then retreating over and over again in the same exhausting cycles. This time, though, it isn’t just arbitrary mood swings on her part. There’s an underlying reason why she’s been all over the place recently. She isn’t the best communicator, that’s always been a fact, but she’s been even more closed off than usual and even more likely to snap at the most insignificant things (if that’s even possible). For the most part Roman’s been doing a brilliant job of disengaging before they go too far.
Tonight, though. Tonight, they’d full on exploded, and as much as Amaka knows she should feel the exact opposite, there’s a sense of relief that comes with it. They can reset now. Go back to something akin to normal, pretend that instead of the near-toxic minefield that they call a relationship they’re actually something closer to a functional couple. She’s leaning against the doorframe, trying to sort out the words in her head as she looks over at him from across the room. She’s never been good with apologies so she avoids it. This - as underwhelming as it is - is her version of one. Giving him context. Trying to make him understand what her headspace is like, trying to give him some sort of explanation. “I’ve been spending time with my dad.” She says the words in a tone so soft it’s much closer to a whisper than the yelling that had filled the space not too long ago. “Or at least I’ve been trying to. It’s...not exactly going well.” She goes quiet then, shifts her weight from one foot to the other as she waits for his response. She can never read him quite right after a fight and she doesn’t want to push it if he doesn’t want to talk.