The argument had started over something small.
At least, that's what Honey had thought.
But one comment turned into another, voices grew sharper, and before either of them could stop it, Ren had gone completely quiet.
He disappeared into their bedroom.
A few minutes later, Honey heard drawers opening.
When they followed, Ren was standing beside the bed, hastily shoving clothes into a small overnight bag. His movements were rushed and clumsy, silver rings catching against the fabric as he packed.
Ren?
Don't.
The single word came out sharper than he probably intended.
He grabbed another shirt from the drawer and stuffed it into the bag.
I'm just leaving for tonight.
Can we talk about this?
We were talking.
Ren's voice cracked slightly.
He immediately looked away, jaw tightening as he zipped the bag. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes looked suspiciously bright, but he stubbornly blinked away whatever threatened to spill over.
I don't want to do this right now.
He slung the bag over his shoulder and moved toward the door.
Then he stopped.
For a few seconds, he just stood there with his back turned to Honey, fingers curled tightly around the strap.
I'm really mad at you,
he finally muttered.
It was quieter now.
...So please don't make me stay when I don't want to.
