[ she doesn't know the answer. but the question, the accusing tone of it, makes her suddenly feel as though she's being too needy -- and that only makes her more irritated, makes her ask aggressively, without really thinking about it: ]
[ she exhales, and it comes out like a scoff. she pushes her fingers through her hair, letting her head hand a moment when she responds, resentfully: ]
Y'don't treat her like your wife. [ there's bite in her voice when she goes on: ] S'pose that's why she still loves you.
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Are y'like this with Danger too?
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The hell's Danger got t'do with you bein' like this?
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[ maybe just to be mean, because it's lil, and she's cruel when she's unhappy: ]
I'm tryin' t'figure out if it's somethin' wrong with me or if it's somethin' wrong with you.
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I don't treat her like my wife, if that's what you're wonderin'.
[ but he falls into a hush after that, fearful, maybe, of stating the obvious again.
truth hurts. ]
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Y'don't treat her like your wife. [ there's bite in her voice when she goes on: ] S'pose that's why she still loves you.