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Seeing what she would do, he stood there and watched her. Thinking she would say something, she did the opposite and just walked off. Dark eyes followed her path to the kitchen before he shook his head and stalked off to the backyard like he wanted seconds before. Closing the door behind him, the god sat down on the steps leading to the grassy field and pulled out a couple cigarettes. The longer it took for him to go back into that house, the better.  

She needed to get her own temper under control but it faltered when she reached the kitchen biting her bottom lip for a moment as she tried to handle herself. It was funny, she wanted to argue with him and tell him that he was wrong– he didn’t do things alone anymore but he was more than welcome his space. Yet she didn’t give him long even as she felt tears trail down her face because she was hurt, and she did feel like she’d made a mistake though things were common knowledge in some places. After a few minutes she walked towards the door and opened it, brushing her hair out of her face as she sat on the steps beside him not saying a word for a moment before clasping her fingers between her knees. “I didn’t think…about the ramifications of my actions and I’m sorry for that.” No excuses, but she didn’t want to fight over this anymore. What was it going to do but just rehash over and over again? She could own her part.