We haven't seen much of each other lately. I've been so stressed, so frustrated, so stuck in my own head, I just don't feel like myself. Your attempts to comfort me are suffocating, and I don't want your sympathy. In short, I'm a mess. So I lash out at you. This makes you more determined that ever to reach me, to help me deal with my stress. It's your week to be in charge, to have control, and you know I need you. Even though this starts out as the last thing I want to do, I do as I'm told. This is part of our agreement, after all. It turns out, you know me well and you know that when a gentle hand can't reach me, sometimes a rough one can... **Script by u/True-Guardant**