“ i can’t believe this, ” she breathes. “ i can’t BELIEVE you right now! it’s not the same? do you even– ? ” sarah can’t even choke out her surprise. what did he think she did while her was gone, sit in her apartment and do her homework? “ no, tell me, eric; what’s more dangerous,criminal activity or performance art? which one ACTUALLY puts someone in danger, please let me know. ” her voice drips discontent. this was just like him to do, of course. either way, her mind was made up. she was GOING to that show, whether he liked it or not.
Damage done. What he’d thought to be a caring gesture had turn into an argument. The long-haired man held his tongue – frustration taking hold and no way to counteract it. He’d always loved her like family, like the kid sister neither Shelly nor him had have. Adopted into their home. But the affection did not change their reality – he was not about to tell her what to do, it was not hid place ( though he much wanted to ). In her stubborn defense, she’d blatantly ignored the obvious, on purpose - Eric knew ( he was dead, after all, no harm could come ). Guilt vested through an untimely form of abandonment, he saw no other way. “I’m going with you then.”
