Scott just stared at her for a second and then he threw up his hands. "Yeah. Fucking- Just a second." He sort of grumped all the way to the fridge and he grabbed her a Gatorade. When he brought it back and handed it over, he sat on the bed.
"Look," he said, still trying to have a conversation about this. "You really hurt me. I was worried. I was scared for you. What were you doing?"