“Shut up.” “Yeah, you are. Go ahead, go,” he said quickly, waving a hand at me. “Smoke that cigarette and then get your beautiful behind back in bed, before I go call her. But brush your teeth first.” “Shut the fuck up, Lou,” I said as I moved out of the bedroom. But even from the kitchen window, over the sounds of cars splashing through the street, I could still hear him laughing.
it doesn’t seem like their relationship is…great? like i understand being stressed after getting home from work but it doesn’t seem like they’re in a good place..at all
