In the bedroom, he finds her still fiddling with her phone on the bed. He is anxious, more worried, seeing her so soaked up on her phone. If she was a teen, he would have demanded for her phone but he can't do that to a grown up like her.
He decides to take it gently this time. "What are you still doing with your phone?" He shifts closer and closer to her on the bed, knowing that Ava would have no other place to shift to except she rises up being that she is at the edge of the bed.
His hand extends slowly to brush her arm. Ava feels soothed by this calm demeanor, she has forgotten it's still the same person that yelled at her.
"I'm glad he has come to his senses," she says inside her, rolling her eyes at him. "He is acting calm now!" She exhales heavily, pushes her phone aside and looks
