"Listen to yourself, Nick! Listen! How could you even think of doing any of that?" Collapsing onto the sofa Lynia crossed her arms over her chest and leaned her head back against overstuffed cushions so she could stare up at the white ceiling. The rage that had been simmering on the back burner swarmed over her once more like tiny ants munching on her skin.<br/><br/>Clenching her hands into fists she closed her eyes against his face, blocking out his weary expression. "Please leave, Nick." She couldn't handle the heightened sense of urgency that his own peaked stress caused in her. For a male who showed little in the way of distress she knew the situation to be dire just from his reaction. At this very moment she couldn't handle the force of his presence when she was attempting to disentangle herself from own screw up.