Re: Misha/Bella
Misha picked up the glass of apple cider he had poured for himself, before everything had been spiked. He wasn't particularly thirsty, but it gave him a moment to think over how he was going to phrase things. He was a smart guy, but this tended to be where his words failed him. The cider went down cool and clean, missing the tang of alcohol that usually accompanied the taste of apples in most of Misha's drinks.
"I was upset that you're being forced into a marriage you don't want," he started, playing it pretty safe.
"I was..."
But what was the word he was searching for? Angry? Disappointed, that Bella had slept with him? It was a little bit of everything.
"... worried that he'd tried to force you into a physical relationship you didn't want."