"Um, I don't mean to be rude. But I need to get by... I'll just step around you two, don't move so quickly... Arima!"
And you end up falling, hitting the hardwood floor with a small thud and you instinctively curl into a ball. You feel hands on your shoulders then head, checking for injury and you open your eyes to see Arima's behind his glasses.
"Are you alright?"
"I said I needed to walk by... Why are you two fighting in the living room anyways?"
"We need to get some training in before tomorrow's operation."
"The CCG has a gym for that."
"We can't break our cover just to go to a gym."
"... I said I was walking through."
"Amon, why don't we take a quick break?" Arima says, not so willing to let Arima see how he deals with you on a personal level. Amon nods and heads to his room, and Arima brings you to your feet.
"Are you sure you're not hurt?"
"I'm fine. I just didn't see that coming... It'll probably bruise though." A small sigh, "That's what I get for interrupting your playtime...