Thomas brow knitted as he watch Miranda cook dinner for the two of them. As if nothing happen. As if he never hurt her. But they both knew better. He pursed his lips when she asked if looked hurt and that he won’t be going to jail because she wouldn’t pressing charges against him. “ You may not look it but we know that I was anything but gentle. You need to Miranda that’s what I deserve.<br/><br/>Thomas shook his head as Miranda continued to cook. He just couldn’t understand how nonchalant she was being. How blasé she was acting about  remember the first attack on her. Like she was a robot. Really she was avoiding the feelings that she be feeling.<br/><br/>Thomas hung his head when she said that they wanted to be together for a long time as she rationalized their feeling and what he did to her. All while she was cooking dinner. As if this was just a regular conversation two people would have over dinner. He took the plate she handed her as he listen to her.  He was about to say something when she jumped up and got them milk as she poured the milk. Thomas rose from the table and went to her.<br/><br/>“ Stop this Miranda. We didn’t do anything. I attack you. You need to know that. You can’t ignore it, you can’t play it off like we had some affair. I did this to you. I hurt you. You need to blame me. Be anger at me. Hell I’m anger at me. Hit me. Yell at me. Turn me into the cops. But for God's sake Don't blame your self. Stop acting like it not a big deal it is. ” Thomas just couldn’t let her take the blame or let her play off what he did wasn’t something horrible.