"Whats so wrong with wanting something simple like a steak? I figured that you could make me dinner for once since I'm always making it for you. For-fucking-give me."
Yes, he had assumed something with what he'd said but he wasn't thinking that was it. There was just a flag in his head that was going off becuase of how bad this all was and how deep it meant he was into this thing he hadn't meant to get into at all. this was terrible, and he wouldn't stop it.
"I don't want to look at the card okay. Tell me what it is if you want me to have it. I fucking hate the round about shit, figured youwould have known that by now."