“I don’t know how to fix this; If you’re gonna be angry then..” his voice trailed off, he sat back down, hands off her arms, shoulders slumped against the couch.
He leaned forward and looked up at her. But his eyes, his eyes were still angry and arrogant. It was a clash really, his heart fighting his usual patronizing mannerisms.
“.. you’re right, you say things, and sometimes I don’t know how to respond.” He straightened himself up, shoulders broad, his attention back to his phones.
I was mesmerized you know, taken back by your two softly spoken words. Thankfully it lasted all but 3 minutes.
“What do you mean you don’t know how to respond? How to fix it? Did you try. And when you’re angry at me and want to make a point, you seem to have oh so many words. You seem to know exactly what to say, enough to make me wrong and more than necessary to make you right.”