She was watching the show, but her gaze flickered up to him. “Well... yeah. That makes sense, right?”
She shrugged a little. “Well, you know... when this is all over, we won’t need to see each other or live with each other or anything.”
She seemed very confused at this point. “Because things happen, Abel. I’m not going to say we’re still going to be together when all this is over; that could be years from now, and we fight a lot, and *squee!* happens. I’m not going to build a plan off of something that will likely not be permanent, you know?”
He looked a little stricken, but shook his head slightly. "So we're just ending it there, then? Not even giving it a chance?"
"That's what it sounds like. We wont talk to each other afterwards. We won't see each other. That means it's over."
She groaned a little, rubbing her face tiredly. “I just think it’s unwise to be building a plan for many years into the future where you and I are still together. I mean, God, Abel. We can’t even eat a pizza without arguing.”
He frowned slightly. "Well.. yeah, but I think we should talk about it.. Clearly there is a misunderstanding."
"No, there's not," she replied flatly. "I think it's foolish to build a plan on the foundation of us being together. You don't think it is."
"Not really," she said, clearly agitated. "I just don't think there's much to talk about. Plus, I think that if we can't even go six hours without having another argument, then how can you think that we might be together in a couple years?"
