He turns his head and watches me for a second. I can feel his gaze. Then he looks at the floor and away from me too. Both of us suddenly unsure, awkward and unable to look at each other. Deflating me more. It heightens the tense atmosphere, and my heart sinks to the rigid base of the bath.

I can already tell all that anger and hostility have subsided, and he looks distant and weirdly aloof.

I don’t like it.

You can’t read what he thinks or feels when he is like this. ...