Are you okay was probably the most banal, inane question Foreman had ever heard. There was no way in hell to give a right answer. If he said he was, she'd say he was lying. If he said he wasn't, how was that better? What was she going to do about it if he wasn't? He wasn't going to feel better just because someone told him to or implied that he should.
"No," he snapped. He wasn't going to see his mother. He'd said they didn't get together. He could meet Amber's family. So they'd tiptoe around him and some of them might be jackasses. He could fucking handle meeting her family. If Amber was fishing for an invitation to come to his parents' house and pity him for his sick, broken family then they could just stop that right here. "Seeing her doesn't help her. It doesn't make a damn bit of difference."
Jesus, and now she was going to get on his back about going to the gym. It had been his escape hatch and Amber wanted read something into it, like he was psychologically damaged to want to try and enjoy his fucking life while his mother was dying. Well, she'd been dying for more years than he cared to count and Foreman forgetting to live his life wasn't going to change that either, no more than seeing her was. "No, it won't make it better! Nothing makes it better!" He jerked his shoulders back from her touch. "I don't need to talk about it. I deal with it." On my own. He tightened up, drawing away from her, fighting to keep his voice cold instead of bursting into anger. She'd known him for a week. No matter how much he felt for her that was no where near long enough to give her permission to analyze him, as if she had the right. Leave. Get out of here. There's nothing to tell, so get out of here. "I'm going. Come if you want." He had absolutely no words to tell her that with anyone else, he wouldn't invite them, he wouldn't discuss it. He would have already left.
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"No," he snapped. He wasn't going to see his mother. He'd said they didn't get together. He could meet Amber's family. So they'd tiptoe around him and some of them might be jackasses. He could fucking handle meeting her family. If Amber was fishing for an invitation to come to his parents' house and pity him for his sick, broken family then they could just stop that right here. "Seeing her doesn't help her. It doesn't make a damn bit of difference."
Jesus, and now she was going to get on his back about going to the gym. It had been his escape hatch and Amber wanted read something into it, like he was psychologically damaged to want to try and enjoy his fucking life while his mother was dying. Well, she'd been dying for more years than he cared to count and Foreman forgetting to live his life wasn't going to change that either, no more than seeing her was. "No, it won't make it better! Nothing makes it better!" He jerked his shoulders back from her touch. "I don't need to talk about it. I deal with it." On my own. He tightened up, drawing away from her, fighting to keep his voice cold instead of bursting into anger. She'd known him for a week. No matter how much he felt for her that was no where near long enough to give her permission to analyze him, as if she had the right. Leave. Get out of here. There's nothing to tell, so get out of here. "I'm going. Come if you want." He had absolutely no words to tell her that with anyone else, he wouldn't invite them, he wouldn't discuss it. He would have already left.