Lukas felt guilty, knowing that Angie was hating herself, but there was also the voice in the back of his mind saying that she deserved to feel a little ashamed of herself. He tried desperately to ignore it. He wasn't going to make her feel any worse that she probably already did. He kept repeating in his head<span style="font-style: italic">'Stick to your list and you'll be fine'</span>. Deep in the back of his mind, he was worried that she wouldn't want to try and start again, or wouldn't be willing. But he also knew that such thoughts wouldn't help so tried to keep them silent.<br/><br/>"Coffee is always helpful in a morning I find" Lukas replied to her murmured thank you. As she sat down she started to speak, Lukas was confused, but allowed her to say what she needed before he started to reply. He always wanted her to feel like her input was valued, even when he knew what she had to say wasn’t always necessary. Lukas wanted to tell her everything was alright and wipe her tears away. He hated seeing her cry, or feeling like this, but this time he didn't know if things were going to be okay. It all depended on what would happen when he put the ultimatum down on the table.<br/><br/>Lukas opened his mouth to speak when she asked him to wait. He wanted to interrupt her, tell her to just wait, but he couldn't... because the next things she said just warmed his heart beyond what he knew possible. Things like that were the reason he had battled through all the bad times. Because he knew if there were bad times, there had to be a good time first, so it was like a beautiful sadness, even though he would wish it to all be good. Lukas didn't reply to what she said, but he hoped she would see that she didn't need to be sorry all the time.<br/><br/>"Angie... I know things haven't been right, but I think if we both tried we could sort it out." Lukas began, not looking at her but staring at his list. He didn't want to see her reactions until he had gotten through what he needed to say.<br/>"I know you have been sober for a long time, and have recently slipped..." He paused and took a sip of his coffee, attempting to ignore the lump that was threatening to form in the back of his throat. "...Things were the worst they have been for a long time last night, and I can't lie, it hurt. So, whilst you were sleeping it off, I came up with an idea." Lukas added, before draining his cup of coffee.<br/><br/>"We're leaving" Lukas said, as a matter of fact.<span style="font-style: italic">'Way to go to sticking to the list, Lukas'</span>he thought to himself stupidly.<br/>"What I mean is, we have enough money saved, to put a deposit down on another house, and I think the only way you will stay sober is to be away from everything... if you don't feel like you can accept that... then I don't know how much longer we will last" Lukas blurted out a lot faster than he had planned to. He wasn't ever good at being confrontational, especially when it came down to Angie. He didn't want to hurt her, and leaving her would be the end of his world, but he couldn't ignore her drinking anymore. Not when he knew she could stay sober. He believed in her.