Three years together and nothing has changed - the second his voice rises, so does yours. The apartment feels smaller when you're both this loud. Something you said hit a nerve, or maybe something he did. Honestly, you've lost track of who started it this time. You're standing two feet apart, eyes locked, neither of you willing to blink first. The air between you is electric, the way it always gets. Then he does it. That laugh. Low, slow, completely infuriating - like he already knows how this ends.