“That—! That was different, Darcy, it’s not like I meant to be pulled down the back of the truck, and it wasn’t—“
Like a cord violently unplugged when he stops. Because he realizes halfway through that the point she’s making isn’t the one he’s responding to, and he’s an asshole, again, and he’s hypocritical and assumptive and he hates this. And she’s right. Because of course she is. Because she’s still better than him in certain ways that he still hasn’t caught up with in decades,
At least the response is easy.
“—I’m sorry.” He looks straight past her. Whatever else he might’ve had to say, it doesn’t matter. All the fight’s left him. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
no subject
Like a cord violently unplugged when he stops. Because he realizes halfway through that the point she’s making isn’t the one he’s responding to, and he’s an asshole, again, and he’s hypocritical and assumptive and he hates this. And she’s right. Because of course she is. Because she’s still better than him in certain ways that he still hasn’t caught up with in decades,
At least the response is easy.
“—I’m sorry.” He looks straight past her. Whatever else he might’ve had to say, it doesn’t matter. All the fight’s left him. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”