Carson hadn't known what to expect, but it hadn't been that. Feet glued to the floor he watched Jillie caress the knife, in a way that was both frightening and almost tender, and wondered just how badly he had fucked up. Poison and Jack were upstairs, and he didn't know how loud he'd have to yell for them to hear him, or how quickly he could run to make it up to their bedroom. But just as the cogs in his head started spitting him ideas and scenes, it was over. With a willpower he didn't know he had he managed to not flinch when she drops the knife, but he's able to breathe freely for the first time since he handed her the damn thing.
Stupid.
Taking a steady inhale, he reached for his coffee mug. His knuckles were white.
"Maybe we shouldn't bait each other, then." He suggested, taking a careful sip. This wasn't like his mom after too many pills and a bottle of chardonnay. He didn't know the playing field, or how hard he could push before it over the line.
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Carson hadn't known what to expect, but it hadn't been that. Feet glued to the floor he watched Jillie caress the knife, in a way that was both frightening and almost tender, and wondered just how badly he had fucked up. Poison and Jack were upstairs, and he didn't know how loud he'd have to yell for them to hear him, or how quickly he could run to make it up to their bedroom. But just as the cogs in his head started spitting him ideas and scenes, it was over. With a willpower he didn't know he had he managed to not flinch when she drops the knife, but he's able to breathe freely for the first time since he handed her the damn thing.
Stupid.
Taking a steady inhale, he reached for his coffee mug. His knuckles were white.
"Maybe we shouldn't bait each other, then." He suggested, taking a careful sip. This wasn't like his mom after too many pills and a bottle of chardonnay. He didn't know the playing field, or how hard he could push before it over the line.