The second Finn's back was turned, Joy's eyes rolled back in her head and her lips formed silent words something like 'HOLY FUCK!', matching frustrated arm motions and all. But it was silent, for the same reason that Finn hadn't gone off on her just now. While frequent, their fights never happened in front of Cormac. All of the yelling and door-slamming and venting happened either while he was far away with a babysitter, or else across the house and sound asleep. If there was one single thing in the world they could agree on, it was that their son didn't need to grow up listening to their constant rows.
Which still didn't mean that they were mature enough to work things out like calm, rational adults. Just that they would always try to be loud and immature in private.
"Yeah, god forbid!" she chirped sarcastically, the tight smile evident in her voice. "God forbid you've got someone who cares enough to not let you dwell on it and tell you you're not half the loser you think you are!"
She wasn't sticking around for this, for these fake-happy bites back at each other. At least he was mad now, not just sitting there wasting away or whatever--however, if he was going to be pissy with her the rest of the day for telling him the truth, then she didn't need to stay. "You boys have fun with that lunch. I've got an appointment with the florist later, I'll get something out," she called as she turned down towards the bedroom. Men.
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