handsomcsthcro:
jack's foot jiggles as he keeps his gaze on anything other than chelsea. his arms are crossed over his chest and he has not spoken a single word. an hour passes with nothing from him and he finally checks his watch, ' well, it's been an hour, i'm going to leave now. this has been /great/. '
you grab your (potentially still) husband’s arm. “john. sit. you’re going to talk. you’re not going to sit in silence here, you’re going to talk to me. even if it takes all night.” you may still be mad about him hitting you when you met again after, what, 14 years? yeah, that wasn’t your expected reaction. “if you want this to go quickly, talk to me. you want this to drag on? fine, sit in silence, but you’re not leaving this room until you talk to me for at least thirty minutes. and not about anything. it has to be about what’s troubling you.”