It was stilted and awkward, as all conversation between us was anymore. We used to be able to talk to each other, just look at each other and know what the other was thinking, but now we were just two people hurting for different reasons, trying to pretend like it didn't rip us apart to breathe the same air.
I wasn't expecting him to move but suddenly he was up in my face with a rattle of the chains that hung off his wallet to his belt, and a clinking of rings on his fingers, as he grabbed the metal rail on either side of me. Those blazing eyes were millimeters from my own, and I could see the way his anger pulled down the corners of a mouth that had loved me in so many different ways. I knew Jet had a lot of rage inside of him, knew that he struggled to keep a lid on the volcano of emotion that roiled inside of him, but I never expected to see it unleashed because of me. It burned and popped across all my exposed skin and all I could do was stand there and take it, while he glared at me and growled,
“Does it even matter?”