Caleb, darling, I’m okay.

Caleb, darling, I’m okay.

Everything is fine. Don’t worry.

The internet just refused to work properly, so I had to perform almost shamanic rituals over it, but in the end, it’s working.

I’m fine.

I don’t know. I hope they’ll discharge me over the weekend.

No, no. Nothing serious. Just a little exhaustion.

Well… this is not very comfortable for me.

I didn’t know, and I tried to find a solution.

Plus, I apologised.

I don’t think your explosion was deserved.

I don’t want to discuss this right now.

If possible, let’s come back to it later.

Yes, they are discharging me today.

No, I am still angry.

For me, this is not nothing, Caleb.

Things like this are unpleasant for me.

I did not deserve to be treated like that.

And your explosions are starting to become normal.

As if you can just yell at me and I will understand.

That is not how it felt to me.

I don’t want to fight.

But I am not ready to talk yet.

Please, let’s come back to this later.

Caleb, don’t cross the line, damn it.

What exactly am I guilty of?

I have a right to my feelings.

And I have the right to be angry for as long as I want.

I am not surprised.

Everything has to be exactly as you say and only that way.

And what about my opinion? My view? Is that nothing?

You are angry, and you are starting to cross the line.

I am asking you to come back to this later.