"W-what?" Where did that come from? How the fuck did she land on that conclusion?
Instead of giving him an answer, she narrowed her eyes at him. "What else am I supposed to think of it? Do you really think that about me?"
"Wha.." Adrian closed his eyes and released a breath before continuing, "I do not think like that of you. Therapy is important for you to move forward, and that is all that I am saying about it."
"Sure you did." Joyce shrugged her shoulders, and continued eating without chewing, being exceptionally aggressive.
When the fuck did he get into the dog house? And how?
Therapy was important for her at the moment, more than George or any other people from her past. If she wanted to move forward, Joyce had to get therapy.
"Joyce, I really did not—"
"It's fine." She cut him off with a clipped reply.
Oh well then. It was clear that she did not want to talk and pushing her would get him nowhere.
