Re: Quicklog, Marvel: Cris M / Elena M
[He knew she knew what he'd been thinking. She knew what he did. She knew what she'd sounded like, saying someone hurt her, but now how, and he didn't buy her cluelessness. She played him, and maybe it was to get him to careāor maybe it was just how she worked, he didn't know, but he wasn't going to be taken in by it. She wanted to blame him? Fine.
It was his fault. All of it.
Right. His anger never vanished, but he reigned it in hard. The back of his tongue tasted like copper.
He waved a hand at her as he turned.] You know what? [He shook his head, but refused to look back at her.] I'll pick Teresa up. You can have her this weekend. [He didn't wait around for her to say anything else. Across the room, and he threw the door closed behind him. Seconds later the sounds of tires peeling against asphalt were heard squealing away from that Brooklyn apartment.]