She has a room. Her sanctuary where she feels alive, connected and on fire and when he comes in her throat constricts. Her face gets a little red. She says nothing. Looks up and gives him the attention that she doesn't want to because he's in her space. But he doesn't know. Or he does but he doesn't care. She has not set a boundary. He really really really really wants to go out for a beer with his best friend after a long day at work, but his wife said no. She want him home