Chuck grips his bottle against his chest, looking away from Yancy. "I don't want to hurt him either but we went ahead and did it," he says shortly, quieter. "It doesn't sound like he needed time, Yance, he said he was miserable."
He looks down and takes another healthy swig. "I'll leave. I'll--I'll stay somewhere else tonight, I'll find a hotel. Text me when neither of you are home so I can get my shit out sometime this week."
The rum makes saying it hurt a little less, but it still hurts like hell.
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Chuck grips his bottle against his chest, looking away from Yancy. "I don't want to hurt him either but we went ahead and did it," he says shortly, quieter. "It doesn't sound like he needed time, Yance, he said he was miserable."
He looks down and takes another healthy swig. "I'll leave. I'll--I'll stay somewhere else tonight, I'll find a hotel. Text me when neither of you are home so I can get my shit out sometime this week."
The rum makes saying it hurt a little less, but it still hurts like hell.