They're both quite sensitive
This is what has happened every time Ethan has cried in the past 17 months. I live in a mad house.
Please forgive the unvacuumed floor, the chair covered in the gray sheet (my great-grandmother's, which I have yet to refurbish), and the dirty laundry on the closet floor. Actually, no. Don't forgive. Just...understand, and commiserate.