[He doesn't ask any more questions and perhaps he should; the silence alone is deafening, his reticence a poison that seeps into her skin, fills her lungs. Rick's anger is fire and passion, an anxiety-driven emotion that spurs him to see red and wreak havoc, not unlike a bull chasing a red flag into a china shoppe. Evelyn feels like an unsteady piece of flatware on a nearby shelf, waiting to be collateral damage.
When he restrains himself with no small amount of self control Evelyn half-expects the bookcase to crack beneath his hand. Monosyllables are not unfamiliar territory to them, not when Rick has never been the loquacious one in their relationship, but for the life of her Evelyn cannot read the word.
She shouldn't push - not when his instability feels like an electric current crackling through the room - but expected more, feeling only a fury that seems unfounded in light of the unusual circumstances. Evelyn reaches to clutch her locket.]
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When he restrains himself with no small amount of self control Evelyn half-expects the bookcase to crack beneath his hand. Monosyllables are not unfamiliar territory to them, not when Rick has never been the loquacious one in their relationship, but for the life of her Evelyn cannot read the word.
She shouldn't push - not when his instability feels like an electric current crackling through the room - but expected more, feeling only a fury that seems unfounded in light of the unusual circumstances. Evelyn reaches to clutch her locket.]
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