"Aye, down the pub, John," Kit retorted. "Or on the street, or wherever you get into your friggin' messes. You don't bring the fight back to my bloody flat in the middle of the night, right? 'Course I was bloody scared."
Being angry at him was beginning to wear on her, but it was easier to sound angry than to let herself be upset in front of him. She took a deep breath, and tried to remind herself that this hadn't gotten them anywhere last time, and probably wasn't going to help things now. "I... I asked you to work when you didn't think you'd have to, is that it?" she said, suddenly thoughtful. "When you just wanted to forget about things? Take off the trench and be yourself for a while?"
She snorted, resting her head against the hard back of the pew. "Cantankerous mules, indeed."
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Date: 2007-03-18 07:36 pm (UTC)Being angry at him was beginning to wear on her, but it was easier to sound angry than to let herself be upset in front of him. She took a deep breath, and tried to remind herself that this hadn't gotten them anywhere last time, and probably wasn't going to help things now. "I... I asked you to work when you didn't think you'd have to, is that it?" she said, suddenly thoughtful. "When you just wanted to forget about things? Take off the trench and be yourself for a while?"
She snorted, resting her head against the hard back of the pew. "Cantankerous mules, indeed."