Jack closes his eyes tightly at the mention of Greta. It makes sense that she went to Greta's, but it still hurts that she went to get comfort there after rejecting the same from him.
It's very seldom that Anne apologizes. He sighs, acknowledging that it is a difficult thing for her to do, and worried that this means she has something worth feeling guilty about. After a moment, he pushes himself up from the couch, awkwardly moving around to sit upright and face her.
He looks down, frowning at the state of her face. She's still hurt, but at least it seems she got cleaned up while she was at Greta's. For all that he doesn't trust Greta or her relationship with Sweeney, she does seem to care for Anne and she is good at mothering. If Anne was looking for comfort, there's no doubt that she got it there.
"I don't know-" He fumbles for words for a moment before covering his face with his hands and rubbing at his eyes. In the time that she'd been gone his anger had ebbed away quickly, replaced by a tight unease lodged up under his ribs. He's worried for her and why she would seek out a fight, and scared that he can't provide whatever it is that she needs.
Since everything with Max, every day with Anne feels like he's been standing at shore, the sand sinking out from beneath his feet. He feels like he's losing her and fighting against it is like fighting the tide.
He groans and then drops his hands back to his lap. "I haven't been what you need. I thought if I tried-" Try to be better, to be gentler, to be more like Max. He glances towards the kitchen, then finds her gaze again. He raises his eyebrows and shrugs lightly, his expression conciliatory. It obviously hadn't gone how he'd hoped it might.
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It's very seldom that Anne apologizes. He sighs, acknowledging that it is a difficult thing for her to do, and worried that this means she has something worth feeling guilty about. After a moment, he pushes himself up from the couch, awkwardly moving around to sit upright and face her.
He looks down, frowning at the state of her face. She's still hurt, but at least it seems she got cleaned up while she was at Greta's. For all that he doesn't trust Greta or her relationship with Sweeney, she does seem to care for Anne and she is good at mothering. If Anne was looking for comfort, there's no doubt that she got it there.
"I don't know-" He fumbles for words for a moment before covering his face with his hands and rubbing at his eyes. In the time that she'd been gone his anger had ebbed away quickly, replaced by a tight unease lodged up under his ribs. He's worried for her and why she would seek out a fight, and scared that he can't provide whatever it is that she needs.
Since everything with Max, every day with Anne feels like he's been standing at shore, the sand sinking out from beneath his feet. He feels like he's losing her and fighting against it is like fighting the tide.
He groans and then drops his hands back to his lap. "I haven't been what you need. I thought if I tried-" Try to be better, to be gentler, to be more like Max. He glances towards the kitchen, then finds her gaze again. He raises his eyebrows and shrugs lightly, his expression conciliatory. It obviously hadn't gone how he'd hoped it might.