A little Fighting

"Cain," I complain, but he's already looking straight ahead with unfocused eyes. Is he literally dissociating right here, during our date? What the hell is wrong with him? "I can't believe it."

"Is that the guy you want to marry?" Asheron murmurs, his voice full of judgment, so much that it makes me look at him in disbelief, "What? He's a damn kid. Justin was right when he told me he wasn't ready for this shit. Are you listening to me, kid?"

"He's not listening, he literally shut off his brain. He's always done this shit. And I've always hated it," I complain, remembering all the times when we would fight and Cain would ignore me for hours while staring ahead without being present.

Now that I think about it, we've always fought a bit too much. Cain has always had zero ability to deal with problems or frustration, I don't know why I thought that had changed.

"Ash... Cain is a bit right, it's not fair that he can't have sex with me," I say very quietly, making Asheron look at me with of