Rick held up his hands, mock surrender to Violet and her temper tantrum. "I am so gone," he promised her, rolling his eyes. "You and your issues are sucking up all the oxygen anyway." He stepped around her with slow, methodical steps, like he was pacing around a wild bear of some kind.
Heading for the door, without her obnoxious yelling to distract him again, Rick suddenly could reflect on everything that just happened, everything he'd just said out loud, dredged up from where he'd filed it away in the dregs of his mind. He cursed softly to himself, heading for the door. Shit.