Out. Out? That was his explanation? And then he mentioned getting drunk and Genevieve couldn't decide whether to laugh, cry, or slap him again. She was silent for a few moments, still unsure, and when she spoke again, her voice was more unsteady than she would care to admit.
"Why?" Gen resisted the urge to stomp her foot as she folded her arms across her chest and drew herself up to her full height- though that wasn't really saying much. "I-" and here there was a slight hesitation that even she was loathe to admit- "I needed you."