"I jumped down your fucking throat because all I want is 20 minutes with my husband without his ego jumping down my throat!" But whatever. She's not going to sit here and argue with him, not when she can see his coworkers walking around through the glass panes that make up one wall of the room. He apologizes, and Rachel just shakes her head a little, still moving to get ready to go. She's just 300% done with today. And about 25% done with tomorrow, to be honest. She doesn't react to his touch, too tired, too starved for it to pull away but still stung enough to keep from leaning into it. "Love you too."
Zipping her jacket, she shakes her head in response to his offer. "I'll take a cab." A cab driver won't come back and report to her husband that she cried on the way home, and she won't give in to the urge to yell at a cab driver about stupid hours and burst appendixes. She just needs to be anonymous for a little while.
"I'll see you...whenever." She can't even promise it'll be when he gets home, because she'll either be asleep or on her way out for rehearsal. And who knows where he'll be whenever she manages to fight her way through the crowd and back to their apartment?
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Date: 2013-02-06 07:56 pm (UTC)Zipping her jacket, she shakes her head in response to his offer. "I'll take a cab." A cab driver won't come back and report to her husband that she cried on the way home, and she won't give in to the urge to yell at a cab driver about stupid hours and burst appendixes. She just needs to be anonymous for a little while.
"I'll see you...whenever." She can't even promise it'll be when he gets home, because she'll either be asleep or on her way out for rehearsal. And who knows where he'll be whenever she manages to fight her way through the crowd and back to their apartment?