Sighing, she leaned back and tore her hand away from him. He was in a mood, for sure.
"I take it you don’t want to talk about it, right?" she said as she moved to fix him a drink. "You want the usual, then?"
& he merely threw her a grin, mocking & placating all at once. he was a conundrum of contradictions—always had been, always will be.
“Do I ever?”
he straightened up, running boney fingers through that shock of fiery hair.
“Yeah, that’d be great.”