Verity clenched her jaw and but she didn't continue to argue. Sometimes, after living with Montague all the time, she had to remind herself that not everyone was ok with arguing every little point of every conversation.
He was looking dead at her when he told her that it was the alcohol and she tried her hardest not to feel like her heart was being torn apart- again. How was it that he was still doing this to her even though she was married, in love with her husband, and over him.
She didn't really know what to say and as the kettle went off she was glad for a reason not to say anything. She busied herself with making the tea, making his just how he always took it, assuming nothing had changed and took it to the small breakfast table where he was sitting.
"Right, so it was the drinks. See, nothing to discuss," she said eventually, sitting down.