Ironic (1x1)

I nodded. "I'll go find some." i said and headed to where i thought she would have medicine.

I reached up and touched my head. I had a feeling there was going to be a bruise there tomorrow.

I found a cabinet with a bunch of pills in it and picked the advil. "Can't go wrong with Advil." i muttered and headed back to her.

I looked over at him. "Thank you." I said

I nodded and sat on the couch and watched her. I didn't know what to do. What did she want?

I looked up at him. "I'm sorry." I said.

I looked at her. "You have nothing to be sorry for." i told her.

Yes I do." I siad

I shook my head. "No you don't, this is my fault."

I looked at the couch and layed my head down. "i shouldn't have come onto you at the party that night. I knew better."

"I shouldn't have let you, but i can't help how i felt then and still do." i said looking away from her.

"I just don't know what to do now." I said

I rubbed the back of my head. "Me either." i said.

"How are you going to tell your wife?"

"i don;t know yet." i said. "I'll figure it out." i said and leaned back on the couch

I looked at him in wonder. I knew I was a mess but I didn't know what he was going through.

I put my hands behind my head and stretched back as i tried to think. I didnt know what i was going to do, i just knew it needed to be taken care with and soon.

I put my feet in his lap. "This situation sucks."

I nodded. "It really does." i said as i mindlessly rubbed her legs.

I was really focused on his hands and I really shouldn't be.

I continued and took in a deep breath. I just needed to figure out the right way to approach this.

I looked over at him. "I was trying to get the other bottle."

I looked over at her with a blank confused stare. I rose an eyebrow, "bottle of what?" i asked

I pointed at the bottle of Alcohol by the door.

"Why were you drinking so much?" i said concerned.