Somebody That I Used To Know

Late Night Talks

"How was your meeting with Chris?" Molly asks, sitting down on the bed next to her husband.

"Fine," Tom replies, looking up at the ceiling.

"Fine? Just fine?"

"Jesus, Molly, yes, just fine. It went well, I don't know what to tell you."

"Usually you're blabbing about what a great guy he is and how much you missed seeing him."

"Well, Mols, Chris is a very great guy and I missed him so much."

Molly gives Tom a side look. "Thomas."

"What?" he snaps. "Why are you prying?"

"Because you're getting pissy and he was gone before we got home."

"I'm not pissy, you're pissy."

"The snap of your voice tells me something different, but okay."

"He left because he had to go, I don't know why that's so hard to understand."

"Wow, okay." Molly groans. "How far is the stick up your arse? Actually-"

"You're a horrible person." Tom snaps, slamming the book on the nightstand next to him. As fast as he can, which isn't too fast, he gets up from the bed and starts to walk away.

"That's not what I meant," Molly stresses, getting up to walk to the other side of the bed. "I was going to correct myself because I probably should've used different wording, I'm sorry."

"You said actually. You were going to make some disgusting joke. It was fine until you said actually because that showed you were going to continue it. I wouldn't have bat an eye but-"

"No, I wasn't. I was going to correct myself. Why in the hell would I make a joke about that? And if I was that shallow, would I really say it to you?"

"You're trying to be funny but you actually hurt people. My mum was right."

"Your mum? What the fuck does Diana have to do with this?"

"She told you to stop saying insensitive things about what you were going to do to Matt. I don't want to hear anything relating to it. Revenge plan or not, you were talking about-"

"That was just a joke, Tom."

"Exactly." he snaps. "It's not something to joke about."

"That's different."

"How is it different?"

"Because he's the one who did it. I'd never say something to you like that."

"Why should you say it at all? Take it from someone who knows, it's not something that warrants a joke."

"I'm sorry," Molly sighs. "You misunderstood what I was going to say and I understand why you were hurt by it."

"Now this is being pinned on me?"

"What? Thomas, I apologized."

"You're saying that it's my fault that I was offended because I misunderstood what you were saying."

"Aside from me blaming you, yes, that's exactly what happened." Molly says. "Why would I try and hurt you like that?"

"Because you're mad. Guess what, I am too. I'm so mad that they fired me. I mean I... I got my start there and they just let me go. All because of something I did to defend myself. I just should've let him kill me. Do you know how easy everything would be now?"

"Don't say that. It would not be easier, our daughter wouldn't have a father and I wouldn't have a husband. It would be a painful way to die and you'd be suffering through the whole thing. You know that's a ridiculous thing to say."