Re: Under the Gazebo
MK was growing angrier and angrier with every word, every accusation. She didn't like when the mirror was flashed in front of her face. When she had to face the facts. She didn't do that. No, she dodged and ignored and fled. That was MK Robinson, that was her shtick, and Adam knew that. She figured if she did actually have a problem, how was pushing her like this going to help at all? It wouldn't, would it, but maybe no one figured that. Or maybe no one cared. And maybe, just maybe, Adam didn't know her as well as she thought he did.
She laughed, something harsh and mirthless, and it sounded wrong coming out of her. She hadn't ever heard him swear, and of course he would. Of course. "So, I'm a fuck up? I'm just like Pym?" She was smiling, but with a hard, sharp edge to it. It all looked out of place, like she was putting an act on. "If you think I'm so bad, why don't you find someone who doesn't have my problems? Who isn't such a screw up?" And she didn't mean it at all, but she was angry, and when she was angry, she tended to throw blame to anywhere but herself.