"I walked away to clean up my glass and now I am going to bed. I don't want to fight with you tonight Fallon. I shouldn't have said anything. You do what you think is best." He really was in no mood to have this discussion right now. "Come or don't, that is also up to you." He had the sneaking suspicion she wasn't going to drop it now. Her job was a sensitive subject between them, mostly because she was so fucking protective of it and its place in her life that if he were being petty for a moment, he would say she would be married to her job before him on any given day, but he hadn't quite reached that level of bitter just yet.