rcina:
This is the definition of self-sabotage, Reina knows that. They’ve been generally okay for a few weeks — not remotely back to normal, but then normal for them is simply just living without wanting to rip each other apart. And it’s been good, Reina can see things between them building back to where they’re supposed to be. So of course she has to ruin it, of course she has to go and lash out because she can’t stand the thought of Jackson seeing her in a weak spot like she is right now. Of course she has to turn things back around on him, accuse him of cheating on her again with no evidence to support that claim. It’s who she is, unable to deal with her feelings in a healthy manner, so she’ll do anything to keep them away. As soon as the fuck you aimed at her leaves his lips, she’s ready to start berating him again, but his rant gives her pause.
It’s not by any means what she wants to hear, and calling her psychotic certainly doesn’t win him any fucking brownie points, but what gets her is Jack’s very valid reminder that they’re supposed to be treating each other better. Her arms move from her hips to cross over her chest, and it’s obvious he’s got her thinking but she won’t back down just like that. “Well, can you really fucking blame me? You haven’t touched me like that in months.” Because that’s what she wanted, although Reina chooses to ignore that for her own sake. “Not even since we had that conversation. What else am I supposed to think?” That he’s trying to be better like you want him to, not cheating on you, a little voice in her head supplies, but Reina is not that easily sated.
He should have known better than to try and help Reina when she seemed down. But at the same time he won’t take the blame for Reina being unable to accept an offer of comfort. That was her problem .Unfortunately, it was turning into a him problem as well when she decided to take that inability and turn it into accusations of infidelity. Jackson had been just starting to let himself ease into things a little more, but with these words he was on the defense once more. The only consolation was that at least he knew Iris couldn’t come down and see them like this, as she was still at ma’s house. He’s surprised his words aren’t interrupted by her, though, and he doesn’t know whether she’s simply been shocked into silence or she’s gearing up for a rebuttal.
But to his surprise, she doesn’t come back with as angry or words, and once again he’s left reeling by Reina’s mood swings. “Yes, I can blame you,” he says with annoyance still in his voice, though he’s not sure what to make of the second part of her sentence. It was true, they hadn’t done anything since the night of the auction, and that had been more a form of hate sex than anything else. “You think I could have touched you without losing a hand?” he accused with a raised eyebrow. Not to mention it was a little difficult to want someone when you were wondering who else have been touching them. “This isn’t going to work if we just regress every month, Reina,” is what he finally comes up with. “I’m not interested in trying to rebuild shit from scratch every time something isn’t vaguely perfect.”












