"You do, you just don't realize it." Kendall insisted, folding his arms across his chest. "And that's partly my fault because I've never said anything, but that doesn't change the fact that it happens."
He was about to demand to know what she meant by the way he treated her when the sinking feeling of regret was started to settle in his stomach. He was letting his anger get the better of him. He should have let things lie. He hardly had tact when sober, so confrontations after a few drinks was hardly a good idea. He never could control what he said when he was angry and had talent for using cutting words, such a lovely habit his father instilled in him.
He took a deep breath realizing what he really needed to do. Walk away, Broadmoor, just walk away. "I shouldn't have said anything tonight, this is hardly the place for this conversation. I'm going to go before this becomes something unsalvageable. You should go find Octavius, and I am going to go home to cool off. We can talk about this later, when we are both sober." Everything about walking away from Rose while she was crying felt wrong. Even if it was the right thing to do, so he waited until he spotted Octavius across the bar and made sure he was at least aware of where Rose was before turning to leave.
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