It was like a punch to the gut to Evan, too, that Leah didn't have faith in what they had. But he didn't say that. Didn't say anything more about what he wanted or how he felt, because it was obvious, at this point, right now, that it didn't matter.
Every time she gave a hint that she didn't believe him it was just another poke at his heart. He'd never lied to her. He couldn't lie to her. But she obviously didn't believe that or things wouldn't be nearly as bad as they were. And maybe it wasn't the best idea, having a romantic date when he asked her, but it wasn't his intent. And no matter what he said, she wasn't believing him. Maybe an apology was in order, but he was feeling a little bit defensive right then, so giving one was not in the cards right then.
"Not nothing. Because you enjoyed it for a split second." But now... now he'd have to paint over it. Tomorrow. Not right now.
Scoffing and glaring at her, Evan's tone rose now. "You're right. So rather than you shouting at me and walking away, I could have fucking breakfast food all over my face. And considering Marigold is usually there when we eat breakfast? That wouldn't be more pressuring to you?" It wasn't like he hadn't thought it through. He just hadn't expected her to come unglued.
When she cursed him out, he felt truly hopeless for the first time in a long time. No. This wasn't just a "stay at my sister's place for a few days," was it? He closed his eyes to stave off the threat of tears, and walked up to the tree they'd been sitting in, carelessly tearing the Christmas lights down.
Just because he'd wanted to be romantic when he brought it up, it was over. But wasn't that how things always went in his life?