Holiday Inn
Quentin slammed the front door behind him.
“You know what? You just tell me what you want me to do and that’s what I’ll do. Huh? Since everything I do is the wrong thing!”
Peter turned on his heel, shoving Quentin away from him.
“First I suggest you pack your toothbrush. Then I want you to get your socks, your underwear, your shaving kit, the milk out the freezer if you think you need it and get your ass out of my house!”
“And go Where Peter?!”
“To hell!”
Peter’s chest heaved, eyes watering as he held back tears.
“But until then, I suggest a Holiday Inn.” Quentin chuckled.
“You’re gonna regret this.”
“Yeah? I hope I do! I hope I regret loving you, I hope I regret meeting you.” Peter wiped tears from his eyes before they had a chance to fall. He was done shedding tears for him.
“I hope I look back on this moment and regret not killing you in London when I had the chance.” Peter sniffed, jaw setting.
“Now get the fuck out of my house before I drag you out.”
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