Making up

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Aro and I are sitting. Not talking. Not moving. It's a bit dull, if I must be honest.
"Are you going to say something?" I ask stiffly. His grip on the chair tightens and I hear the cracking of the wood. He loosens his grip.
"You left." Simple yet stings.
"You where and are and asshole." I use the same cold, detached tone he does.
"You lied."
"So did you." YELL AT ME! HIT ME! PUNCH ME! STOP BEING SO DETACHED!
"You played victim."
"I was hurt." Are we going to do this all night.
"You. Where. Hurt?" He asks laughing, a but crazily. "I WAS IN SO MUCH PAIN I COULD BARELY MOVE AND YOU WHERE HURT?!?!!?!?" There's the yelling.
"You weren't the only one in pain!" I say defensively. Crap, that sounded bitchy.
"Well if you weren't such a fool we wouldn't be here right now!" Ouch. That hurt.
"I'm sorry." Is what comes out instead. He sighs and drops the attitude. He motions for me to come over and I do. He pulls me onto his lap.
"Don't do this to me again." He says. He didn't just say it though. It was a command. I don't bother responding I'm to busy feeling the feeling of not being in pain.
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We still haven't moved. I refuse too. It's a miracle nobody had come to check on us yet. Perhaps they heard the yelling and figured they'd leave us to it.
I think this worked out quite nicely. Nothing is ever as simple as it should be. If it is simple, it's not real.

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