Brianna, to be totally honest, had no idea why she had decided to come. She did not want to see Zach---or well, she did, more than anything, because it had been a very long time since she had yelled and cried him out the door of her flat and he was her boyfriend (was he? She didn't really know) after all. But she actually did not want to see him at all, because seeing him was a guarantee that there was going to be a fight, and yet another fight with him was the last thing she needed right now.
This was such a tiring relationship to be in with the man--boy--... boy who had fathered her child. After the journal conversation that they'd had not ten minutes ago, Brianna was already worn out, and as she stepped out of the floo and into Zach's haphazardly "cleaned" living room, she wondered how much more she could take in one night.
She was barely inside before she was bombarded with Zach's voice. Brianna didn't really get the time to process what he'd said or the fact that he was apologizing again before he had finished, and sort of just stared at him with crossed arms.
He had something to say, and something to show her? Well, she didn't think there was much that he could say or show her that would make better everything that had happened, but---right, she wasn't going to initiate an argument where there wasn't one (yet). Not that she saw how giving him the time of day now was going to do either of them much more than it had every time that she'd talked to him in the past couple months. Merlin, she was really pessimistic about him, wasn't she? A small voice in Brianna's head said that she had every right to be, but a smaller, nagging one that she'd shoved back in the corner said that she was being unfair.
Right, well. He had ten minutes of fairness before she ripped into him again. "Make it quick, Zach, I'm tired."
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