<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carlos let her anger wash over him, not really hurt by her words. Yes, she was right it was bullshit he was telling her, on the other hand she had interpreted him wrong. He couldn't promise something that went over his control. He had absolutely no intention of hitting her again, but he had no intention to hit that undercover cop too. His anger was more than a burden to him. He always had hard times to fight it. And if Lea would press the wrong buttons it may happen again...but he knew that he would lose her then. Would that thread force him to fight his anger more? No, it may seem to anybody like that, but to Carlos it meant nothing. He didn't want to hit Lea. Never again, regardless if she would accept it or if she would leave him. <br/><br/>Carlos didn't follow her into the bedroom. Maybe it was better if she had some time to herself. Instead Carlos unwrapped the tarp and started covering the furniture after pushing them away from the wall. They would have a lot to paint today. And somehow he was looking forward to it. It would be a nice change from his usual way to spend his evenings alone. And he could be with Lea, even if she was mightily pissed now. She would recover, as she would understand that he had decided to answer her honestly. He could have lied to her and promised her that he would never hit her again. It may have made her happy, but it would have been the first lie standing between them.</div>