"You think anything about this is easy?" He only just keeps from shouting. "Knowing there's a chance you'd do this again? Hurt someone? Maybe not even someone you think deserves it, next time. How much control do you have over this, really? Because from what I saw it didn't look like a whole hell of a lot."
Alex keeps getting dressed, pulling on one boot and then the other. He could stop her, ask her to stay, work this out somehow. Only a few minutes ago, he might have, but the moment's gone now--and the twist in his gut makes him wonder, a flickering thought he doesn't want to acknowledge, if it's a chance he'll ever have again.
"It's not easy knowing you kept this from me. It's not easy knowing you still would be, if it wasn't for whatever the fuck brought that goddamn bat here tonight. You and I are supposed to trust each other, and you shattered that, just like--" Darlington stops himself, makes himself stop, before he says something he knows even in his anger is a step too far. "Despite your constant insecurities on that front, Alex, I'm not looking for an Ashley," he says, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, his jaw set and rigid. "But maybe that's better than what I got."
That, he regrets as soon as it's out. But it's out, and he doesn't move to take it back.
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Date: 2020-06-07 05:11 pm (UTC)Alex keeps getting dressed, pulling on one boot and then the other. He could stop her, ask her to stay, work this out somehow. Only a few minutes ago, he might have, but the moment's gone now--and the twist in his gut makes him wonder, a flickering thought he doesn't want to acknowledge, if it's a chance he'll ever have again.
"It's not easy knowing you kept this from me. It's not easy knowing you still would be, if it wasn't for whatever the fuck brought that goddamn bat here tonight. You and I are supposed to trust each other, and you shattered that, just like--" Darlington stops himself, makes himself stop, before he says something he knows even in his anger is a step too far. "Despite your constant insecurities on that front, Alex, I'm not looking for an Ashley," he says, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, his jaw set and rigid. "But maybe that's better than what I got."
That, he regrets as soon as it's out. But it's out, and he doesn't move to take it back.