Justin knew her mother had found out about their New Years get together, or whatever it had been. But, it wasn’t until now that he realized, it really was his fault, that Susan had moved out. Well she hadn’t moved at all, she had been chucked out. Why was that only sinking in now? He contemplated it and only came to one conclusion, he had to make it up to her somehow. He knew she had been talking, but he wasn’t really listening (probably not a good start), “Hey...” He caught her attention, and took ahold of her hand with his thumb on top and his fingers underneath, pulling her over and resting his head on top of her own. “I’m sorry.”
He wasn’t sure if he had been the one to keep them like that for minute or two, or if she had just stayed on her own accord, Justin had been too distracted by the idea that it all seem ‘nice’ to focus on if she had been trying to pull herself away. He let her go; stepping back first, and eventually letting his fingers fall from her hand. He still had his thumb against her hand for a moment a longer, but like everything else it dropped and he stepped further away. His finger found a loose piece of hair and as usual he began to curl it around. “It is late. Did you want me go?” It was going to be statement, something like ‘I should probably go.’ But he liked the possibility of a question better.