"Babe," He sighed, running a hand down his face. "I really am grateful for what you've done. I shouldn't be complaining. It just hurts. It all, really, really hurts." He whispered, sucking in a deep breath. "Besides, I've got no way home except for walking. I don't think 3 am is the best time to leave while injured."
She closed her eyes " I got there as fast as I could Brad" she said
"And I'm not complaining, I know you did. Can I not just say I'm in pain?" Brad asked her weakly, digging his short finger nails into his hand. "I don't mean it being your fault, if anything it's my own."
" yeah Brad how do you think that feels knowing I couldn't protect you I've gotten shot for you got beaten up for you do you hear me say I'm in pain" she said
"I'm sorry alright?" He snapped, tears forming in his eyes. "I'm sorry I'm not Mr. Perfect-Boyfriend, who can take on everything. I'm sorry I can't just shut up, and suffer in silence. I'm not perfect, not like you."
" that's what you think that I'm perfect" she laughed coldly " im in a gang I have panic attacks about you my father fucking abuses me and you think I'm perfect!" She snapped
"You are to me. But clearly you don't think the same. That's fine, it's not like I care or anything. You certainly don't." He snapped back, forcing himself up off of the cot. "I think I will head home. I'll just call a cab." Muttering, he strode out of the room, tears running down his face.
" fuck this " she grabbed her gun and rushed out of the room her gun visible
Brad was devastated, with himself mostly. "I'm an idiot. I keep hurting her." He cried under his breath, beating the side of his fist against his forehead. Every time he did, he winced as he banged on the bruise in between his brows.
She walked past him wiping her cheeks
"C-Caroline?" He asked softly, grabbing her wrist when he saw the gun. "What are you doing with that? Where are you going?" Brad asked her, pulling her closer to himself.
" I don't know I'm going to go shoot something maybe myself" she said
"B-babe. Please, don't." He whispered, not bothering to hide the tears running down his face. "Shoot me if you have to, I'm being the idiot here."
She shook her head a tear rolling down her cheek
"Please don't shoot yourself." He begged her, bringing her even closer. "I'm sorry I snapped. It only goes to show I'm nowhere near perfect. Please don't hate me, and think I'm ungrateful."
" nethier am I and I wish you would see that" she said
"But I find you perfect. You're perfect for me." Brad said softly, kissing her cheek. "I don't think you're a perfect human being, but no one is."
She rested her forehead against his gently
"Do you know I love you with all my heart, even when we fight?" He asked her softly, rubbing her arm up and down.
She shrugged
Pulling back, he felt his heart sink deep into his chest. "B-babe, do you really not?" He asked, feeling slightly hurt. He thought he had done better than just a shrug. "I'm so sorry, I had no idea. I really, truly love you. With everything I have." He said softly, leaning in to her.
" sometimes I feel no one does' she said
"Well I do, and always will." He whispered to her, pulling her into a careful hug. "I promise you." He rubbed circles into her back, humming under his breath. "On an un-related note, how long until you turn 18?"
" I'm already 18" she said
(Oof- I totally spaced. Mind if we just kind of… cut that?)