Maine let Carolina's anger hit his back and roll off as he yanked the fridge open and grabbed a bottle, slamming it closed hard enough that it popped back open, and then slamming it closed again and keeping a hand on it to make sure it stayed closed.

He knew she wasn't going to be happy but he hadn't anticipated this kind of backlash. "I don't know." He roared back.

He finally turned and headed to the couch, appearing casual despite the waves of anger that seemed to emanate from his very being. He didn't want to be angry at her, she was the only one who seemed to give a shit about him lately. Even Washington had closed the journal in his face after upsetting his life and handing him a halfassed apology.

"Just causing problems by existing. Thought it might fix that." He catches her eyes for a moment. He's serious, he's not seeking pity, he's trying to fix things. He just doesn't now how.