Date: 2013-01-09 12:58 pm (UTC)
"I don't want you to come with," she'll take the help in getting her coat on but she doesn't want him to come with. She doesn't want to talk to him any more, she doesn't want to look at him any more, there is nothing more to say and he isn't going to change her mind and he isn't going to pass off this marriage thing on to her. He can do what he wants in fact she already knows that's just what he is going to do and it doesn't matter what she says. Whatever, it hardly even matters, when she is out of the house it will take Delilah a couple of months, but sooner rather then later he'll forget all about her.

She is a little shaky when she stands, but she slips on a pair of flats and keeps the ice wrapped tight around her hand before freeing up an arm so she can at least put half the coat on. Her phone in her pocket, and she'll get her keys on the little table right next to the front door.

"I don't want you to come with, I can take care of this myself. Take care of the dog." Leaving this house is the first thing on her mind, getting away from him is the second and third is to hopefully stop this hand from hurting like a motherfucker. She doesn't want to be near him, and she especially doesn't want to have to sit in a horribly lit room while he sits next to her and fakes giving a shit.
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