This only seemed to irritate him more. "Try? Avice, I don't have room to try. Right now, I'm trying to figure out if you're going to take Aubrey away tonight and never come back. I'm trying to figure out what exactly you're here for. I'm trying to figure out how I can live with a person who I once thought was the love of my life because it's what's best for my baby. I don't have room to try and keep this together right now. It is not a priority."
She looked incredibly hurt by his statement. "Do you.. Do you really think I would do that? You think I would take Aubrey and leave..?" She shook slightly. "Y-you think I'm that bad? I came back because I couldn't live without you two, not because I was going to take her and leave." She stood up, not letting him see her face. "I'll.. see you later."
He had a pinprick of guilt in his heart, but he crushed it, standing up and throwing the blanket into his bag. "We'll see," was all he said, turning on his heel to walk away.
He was quiet for a long moment. "I know you are. And, to be honest, you really shouldn't be. There's not much to be sorry about. A terrible thing happened to you and you're trying to figure out how to make it better." He sighed, leaning against the wall. "I'm not making that easy."
