"Oh, what?" he hisses as he wheels back around to face her, a sneer tugging at his mouth. "Don't pretend like you don't know what this is about. I know you're fucking him."
And he does, doesn't he? He doesn't just suspect, he knows, if he's being perfectly honest with himself, and he's known for some time. He's just been in denial, moreso as this relationship has actually started to mean something, but if she wants to know what his problem is, well then, there it is. He doesn't appreciate getting sloppy seconds; he demands devotion just as much as she does, and isn't getting it. He's got 99 other problems, too, but she asked, she asked for one, and that's the biggest part of his upset, right now.
no subject
And he does, doesn't he? He doesn't just suspect, he knows, if he's being perfectly honest with himself, and he's known for some time. He's just been in denial, moreso as this relationship has actually started to mean something, but if she wants to know what his problem is, well then, there it is. He doesn't appreciate getting sloppy seconds; he demands devotion just as much as she does, and isn't getting it. He's got 99 other problems, too, but she asked, she asked for one, and that's the biggest part of his upset, right now.