Pirates! (One-on-One)

"Are we going to talk about this? Or are we just going to snap at each other and avoid the conversation?"

 

He took a deep breath, obviously a little irritated.

"So, you go quiet all of the sudden, snap at me when I ask what's wrong, say you're not going to town with us today, leave the table abruptly and then say you don't want to talk about it. That makes sense."

 

“Fine,” he snapped, shaking his head as he headed for the door. “You don’t want to try to help solve the problem, then fine. Fine.”

 

“Well, you’re clearly upset about something. So let me know if you want to talk about it.”

 

“Fine, then. Let’s never even make an attempt to resolve this. Good idea.”

 

“Evidently,” he threw back sharply, leaving the room.

 

There came sounds of movement in the front room before the front door slammed closed.

 

(Nitro?)

 

The door creaked open several hours later and Jack set down his bags, shifting Aubrey’s weight in his free hand.

 

He sighed tiredly, rocking the baby in his arms before heading to her room to put her into her crib.