Okay, he can't do this while driving so he pulls into a nearby parking lot, conveniently not too far from their destination, and when he's finally stopped he sits back and just looks at the ceiling for a bit.
"I...used to think I somewhat understood you. But now...you run from everything and me and then you come back and say that it was partially because of me. I don't...I don't get you anymore. Just...stop messing with me please?"
He leans forward to rest his forehead against the steering wheel and closes his eyes. "Sarah just...answer honestly okay? Do you want me around at all? Don't just say yes because you think if you don't I won't be there for the kid or help you with that. I will, I promise. Just...I don't...I don't know anything right now. I wish I did." It's probably the most vulnerable he's been around her, and admitting he didn't get something or he didn't know what to do, that was hard. He's just so sick of everything being so muddled and pretending it didn't all hurt.
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