“…So, any advice?”

“I-I’m sorry. I wish I could help you more. But I’m afraid my situation was different. Rue wasn’t like that.”

“…Damn.”

“How often does it happen?”

“Every night. I haven’t gotten a good night’s rest in three months. And if I don’t wake up, she’ll yell at me, and then…”

“Let me guess. You’d lose your temper and make it worse.”

“…”

“Don’t give me that look, Fakir. You are that predictable.”

“Well, what the hell am I supposed to do?! She asks for the most ridiculous things! One night, a fruit parfait. The next, liver. She hates liver!”

“Ahiru’s going through a serious time right now, Fakir. I’m afraid the most you can do is just…adapt, I suppose. And stop getting angry at her. She can’t help it. And as for the other problem… About the…intimacy…”

“…Yeah?”

“…Just…I don’t know…tell her she’s beautiful.”

“I do. She still doesn’t want to… She starts blabbering on about how she’s ugly and for me not to look at her or touch her or-”

“Of course she’s feeling that way. Just, try to reassure her.”

“I did!”

“…Let me guess. You let it slip that she’s gaining weight.”

“…She’s the one who asked.”

“Fakir…you’re on your own. I’m sorry.”

“…Thanks for nothing.”