Blunt force trauma-ing Rodolphus's junk since 1980 (curseunbroken) wrote in lockdown,
"I need you to go, Alice," Gideon said, a little louder now. He knew, beneath the hurt, that she had good intentions, but talking about it wasn't going to happen. Talking wasn't going to happen, not tonight. The only thing that was going to happen tonight was getting very, very drunk, and not dealing with people.
"I need you to go, or I need you to let me go. Your choice."