| | When she walked into the house, she found him seated on the sofa, clasping a whiskey glass and staring into space.
He looked up and waved idly as she walked past him in to Nina's room. "Oh, you've come to get her stuff already?" he mumbled.
"You just had to go and lose your temper again, didn't you." she said sadly.
Refusing to look her in the eyes, he replied, "I may have reacted abit too harshly, but in the end..."
She
sighed and leaned back against the plush living room chair. "I know
what you mean, but still. She hates your guts right now."
He
tried to pour another shot of whisky and shrug at the same time but
spilled on the floor. "I think maybe.. I've had abit too
much to drink," he slurred.
The room was spinning and he decided to lay back and watch it. She watched as he closed his eyes
and fell asleep. Prising the glass from his fingers, she placed
it on the coffee table and watched him fondly.
How many times
had she watched him doze off quickly whilst she continued working
through the night? Not many since the separation, she mused. He still
came to see her occasionally, but not once had he asked her to go back
to him. It seemed he felt that her answer would have been the wrong
one, for her at least.
It irked her, that regardless of whatever
had happened, he was still the only person who truly understood what
she was thinking. And she knew that he would never demand anything of
her again, not after what happened when she gave birth to Nina.
"Why won't you tell her?.." she whispered.
He
surprised her when he opened one eye sleepily and said, " Because she
won't understand."
"Neither do I," she muttered.
"I
drink heavily, I smoke like a chimney, I stay out all night, and I
don't call to say when I'm going to be late for dinner," he replied.
"Asshole."
"You see what I mean?"
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