I kissed you because it felt right! Because you were so happy, and it felt like we were a couple. I told him because I felt guilty, not because I thought he'd leave.
[He slams the study door and paces, flinching every now and then when he hears her smashing any one of his possessions. Fuck it. It's just stuff. He knows she wouldn't damage anything of Sam's.
She can bloody well come and get him, if she wants a reaction]
[At that piece of news, the angel's hear rushes upward.. only to dive straight back into his boots. Phoenix is still angry when he opens the door]
What the fucking shit? One minute you can't, 'cause he's just not the kind of guy you can dick around, then you've done it. Why is it always ME you're dicking around? [And... more associated ranting]
Playing house? She's my fucking daughter! [He makes a huge effort to stop ranting. Knowing it just makes everything between he and Janie worse]
Sweetheart, please. I know we've said some pretty low things to each other when we're mad ... I never thought you'd ever bring one of the kids into it.
Why would I do that? [Okay. Yes. She's finally broken up with Vito, and Phoenix is close to blowing it, but the comment about Lynn being the only thing keeping her here makes him fear he already has]
Sorry. I'm sorry. You're right, I'm yelling and I'm acting like a jerk. I just .. wish you'd come out and told me it was over between you guys.
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Date: 2011-12-12 06:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-12-12 06:21 pm (UTC)Forget it. Lets just... I try not to pressure you, really I do. But this is killing me.
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Date: 2011-12-12 06:24 pm (UTC)I feel like I'm about to snap.
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Date: 2011-12-12 06:33 pm (UTC)[He can't help his anger. Phoenix turns and leaves the room, storming down the hall to his study]
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Date: 2011-12-12 06:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-12-12 07:09 pm (UTC)She can bloody well come and get him, if she wants a reaction]
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Date: 2011-12-12 07:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-12-12 08:01 pm (UTC)What?
(no subject)
Date: 2011-12-12 08:07 pm (UTC)...I broke up with Vito.
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Date: 2011-12-12 08:21 pm (UTC)What the fucking shit? One minute you can't, 'cause he's just not the kind of guy you can dick around, then you've done it. Why is it always ME you're dicking around? [And... more associated ranting]
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Date: 2011-12-12 08:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-12-12 08:38 pm (UTC)[He trails off, staring at the comm] I'm sorry, am I interrupting something important?
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Date: 2011-12-12 08:42 pm (UTC)[She still doesn't look up.] I'm working on something for Lynn, so that she's taken care of until she can find a job for herself.
(no subject)
Date: 2011-12-12 08:47 pm (UTC)You don't need to do that, I'll take care of her. I thought that was agreed?
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Date: 2011-12-12 09:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-12-12 09:11 pm (UTC)Sweetheart, please. I know we've said some pretty low things to each other when we're mad ... I never thought you'd ever bring one of the kids into it.
(no subject)
Date: 2011-12-12 10:43 pm (UTC)I dumped my boyfriend and all you do is yell.
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Date: 2011-12-13 02:57 pm (UTC)Sorry. I'm sorry. You're right, I'm yelling and I'm acting like a jerk. I just .. wish you'd come out and told me it was over between you guys.
(no subject)
Date: 2011-12-13 03:50 pm (UTC)Is anything I do ever going to make you happy? If it's not, I can't do this anymore.
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Date: 2011-12-13 04:43 pm (UTC)We both handled this badly. [He tries to reach for her shoulder, wanting only to put his arms around her and make things right]
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Date: 2011-12-13 05:04 pm (UTC)What do you think comes next? What else are we going to screw up?
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Date: 2011-12-13 05:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-12-13 10:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-12-14 04:49 pm (UTC)I get crazy when I'm frustrated .. but that's no excuse to yell at you.
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Date: 2011-12-14 05:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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