Bread

'You have to think rationally', he said.
I had to think rationally.
'All shops are closed now, there is nowhere where I can find bread'.
I had to repeat to myself what he had just said. He couldn't be serious.
There is no way anyone could ever say something like that seriously.
I didn't reply. I still expected him to get dressed and go.
Silently I continued the miso soup, I didn't leave the kitchen. There were no sounds in the apartment, no doors opening or closing. Maybe I got suspicious, but I walked to the bedroom, and a figure was quietly sitting there, staring at a computer screen.
It seems he was attempting to stick to his point. His incomprehensible point. His unacceptable, useless point.
How could I make this clear?
With calm reasoning? Hysteria? A physical act?
'I made a soup, and with it belongs a piece of bread. Find a shop'.
He looked at me, put on his jacket and left.
Sometimes you have to understand each other without saying too much.