He could have seen that response coming – and here came a familiar itch in him, the rising temptation for a fight. They hadn’t stopped arguing now that they were together, but Jude had optimistically imagined they would only keep the habit of the debates (arguing on social issues and progressive causes, the way they always had) and nothing else; that things like this might be easier to broach, now that Kieran knew it came from a place of love and not judgement. Apparently not.
A part of him suspected Kieran would have been just as defensive, entirely sober. There was a sigh sitting heavy in his chest when Kieran stopped their progress. “How are you going to do that?” Jude asked dryly; it took all his concentration to keep his tone steady now. “Because watching you drink yourself to death doesn’t really work for me.”
A part of him suspected Kieran would have been just as defensive, entirely sober. There was a sigh sitting heavy in his chest when Kieran stopped their progress. “How are you going to do that?” Jude asked dryly; it took all his concentration to keep his tone steady now. “Because watching you drink yourself to death doesn’t really work for me.”
