01-03-2018, 02:22 PM
He felt the keys hit his palm and her anger washed over him. What? Did she not get it? As she turned to go, he took her arm.
"Hold on. Hold on. I wasn't ignoring what you said."
He couldn't keep the anger from his voice. "But you saw what he did. Not just to me, though I was in the hospital for over a week. Or to someone I cared about. To the others in the market. People died, Alex! And you just casually tell me you knew him? Were fucking him? Don't pretend you don't understand why I might focus on that little fact. Don't pretend Nox isn't a sore point for you because of the things he and his friends did to your people."
The wrong way, he knew, especially when 'you' came out a bit more forcefully than normal. But he didn't care.
Well, normally he did. And he did. He forced his voice down,
realizing he had been speaking louder than necessary."Look. I'm sorry. Let's start over again. You don't assume what I think and I don't assume your motives. Ok? Sit. Please?"
That 'please' was almost an after thought, but he did mean it. He almost expected a drink thrown in his face. And tequila burned the eye. He let go of her arm, held his hands up, keys still dangling from his fingers. He couldn't pretend he wasn't mad. But that didn't mean the conversation had to stop. This could change everything.
"Hold on. Hold on. I wasn't ignoring what you said."
He couldn't keep the anger from his voice. "But you saw what he did. Not just to me, though I was in the hospital for over a week. Or to someone I cared about. To the others in the market. People died, Alex! And you just casually tell me you knew him? Were fucking him? Don't pretend you don't understand why I might focus on that little fact. Don't pretend Nox isn't a sore point for you because of the things he and his friends did to your people."
The wrong way, he knew, especially when 'you' came out a bit more forcefully than normal. But he didn't care.
Well, normally he did. And he did. He forced his voice down,
realizing he had been speaking louder than necessary."Look. I'm sorry. Let's start over again. You don't assume what I think and I don't assume your motives. Ok? Sit. Please?"
That 'please' was almost an after thought, but he did mean it. He almost expected a drink thrown in his face. And tequila burned the eye. He let go of her arm, held his hands up, keys still dangling from his fingers. He couldn't pretend he wasn't mad. But that didn't mean the conversation had to stop. This could change everything.