Re: Under the Gazebo
MK's shoulders slumped even further when he embraced her more fully. She always liked how easy it was to slip into his arms, but now it just managed to make things worse. Making her chest ache and more tears to come. Her fist rubbed roughly at her eyes, and when she finally opened them, Adam was walking away from her. "Oh, no, no, no."
Stepping forward, she tugged at his elbow to try to make him face her. "I don't need to stop drinking, that's not the problem. And you said yourself Pym's getting better! You can't fucking tell the future, can you? How do you know?" And she was getting angry again, voice more forceful and loud. He couldn't do this to her. Not now, not when things seemed to finally begin to click into place. "We're not talking about whatever problem every single fucking person in the world things I have. No, we're talking about why you can't trust me. Why you can't believe in me."