Post by mac on Dec 12, 2016 2:15:23 GMT
Arthur was met with an unhappy response at his offer – not that he really anticipated anything else. But she could have at least said no thank you. He felt his anger level rising again as she looked away and moved past him towards her car. He didn’t catch her face and his nostrils flared. She opened the door and spoke harshly. Wow. Fucking really? He knew she was a piece of work, but after that tense appointment, she was pulling this shit? He offered to take he rout to diner and she insulted him by insinuating he’d bitch about everything (well he’d probably bitch, but not out loud) and implying that he’d offered this like he was trying to imply she was broke.
”Are you fucking serious? I know you’re not poor! And if I offered to pay, I’m not going to bitch! Jesus fucking Christ, Princess.” He snapped. She got into the car and he rolled his eyes, getting into the car as well. He slammed the door shut, and glared out the window. Fine. She wanted to just go back to her apartment and simmer in anger, let her. He was the only one putting forth any effort here. After a few minutes passed and they’d yet to move, he glanced over at Chardonnay. She had her hands pressed into the palms of her hands. He frowned as she spoke up.
She sounded like she was going to cry. The guilt was back.
”...Chardonnay,” He turned in his seat to focus on her. She still wasn’t looking at him. She had her face hidden and the car still had yet to move – the key wasn’t even in the ignition. He reached over and touched her shoulder, rubbing his thumb slightly before he kept it there. His touch wasn’t harsh and the anger was gone from his tone. ”I know it’s not, It’s not going to be easy. But you’re not alone. I mean it,” he kept his tone level and even as he tried to get her to look at him – to no avail yet. ”I’m not going anywhere. I’m sorry that this – that this is all happening but – you can. Me, your parents – my family – we’ll help you.”