Your room is becoming my broken boat in the middle of a raging ocean, but it won't float with both of us in it.
We can patch up the holes all we want but we both know that tape won't permanently fix splintered boards and I know you can't admit it but you'd survive just fine if I jumped into the mouth of the creature that's been stalking us and the sea would slowly bring you back to shore if you would let it because it's much fonder of you than it's ever been of me.