Fuck.

Angie knew that look on his face. Things were worse than she expected somehow. She pushed off the couch and stood in front of him. "What?" She framed his face gently with her hands. Their minimal height difference always put her right at eye level. He couldn't lie to her when she was looking him right in the eye.

"I'm right here." Angie was staying here. Her interview was next week, she would get some sort of position, would take anything offered even if it wasn't what she wanted. "I'm staying right here." Angie was ready to put down roots, to anchor him somehow if that's what he needed. Things were changing, she had grown up, had learned to shelf the things she needed to and push her own needs aside. He was more important and Ang realized she needed him around just as much as he needed her.