❝ Haven’t I already given you ALL these reasons?! ❞ He snaps, letting his tone of voice become much louder than he’d intended it to be. James looks almost like a wounded animal, tears still streaming down his cheeks; he blinks them out of his eyes but is too proud to raise his hands to wipe them away. ❝ For God’s sake! ❞ And then, without thinking, James reaches out and slaps her squarely in the face— he doesn’t mean to, and the second it’s over, there’s an expression of mingled shock and regret on his face, but still, no apology.
’ - james. ’ the expression on her face could best be described as indignant, mixed with a small quaver of finality as she reaches up to touch the red spot on her cheek, tone softly seething. ‘ if you aren’t careful, i will drag you out of this bed, throw you on the floor, and leave you there. ’ she pauses, considering this outcome. ‘ - and you can find another shoulder to cry on when you want to kill yourself. ’ then, almost without thinking, she reaches up and wipes away his tears with the sleeve of her dress, suddenly feeling rather exhausted with the ordeal.