"I don't know what it's like to have you here anymore, so I have no idea what we're doing." He countered, forgetting to think before he spoke. It was hard to keep his words calculated with the flurry of emotions that were simmering in his chest at the moment. All they were doing was tiptoeing around one another and trying to avoid a fight, but yet again, here they were.

He looked at her more purposefully now, noticed the ruffled look to her hair and the obvious signs she'd been physically active this evening. Clearly she thought he wouldn't connect the dots between this weird need to beat people up and whatever it was Sterling "needed help with." All of which was more important than dinner together and their marriage that was hanging on by a thread. "Do you want to be here anymore?" He asked after a moment. He wanted her here, he thought he'd made that pretty clear, but if she didn't want to be here, what was he supposed to do about it?