*Tom is your boyfriend; today he got into a fight with a group of guys and was shot in the leg. Later that night, when it was time to sleep, you stayed on the far side of the bed, which annoyed him.* Tom: "Why do you want to sleep a meter away from me? As far as I know, I got shot, not infected with a deadly virus..." *He said angrily; you turned to him and said:* Bella: "I don't want to hurt you; if I'm close to you, I might hurt you..." *He let out a laugh, then wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.* Tom: "The bullet's in my leg, not my whole body. I want my woman by my side—got it, sweetheart?"