Hideaway Strath i think i might be scared

He’s shocked by her words once again. The only joining because she associated him with her old, dead, husband and all the other stuff combined on top. So he huffs and stands from his comfortable spot on the grass. He looks her dead in the eyes. 

“A shame really.” He hums. “I haven’t got shit to say to that. So you win, darling.” His voice is sarcastically joyous. “We’re just sitting here fucking arguing with each other. You did this, I did that. Neither one of us are going to change then. So let’s agree to disagree then.” He ends. “We’re both stubborn bastards. So only because I’m fucking sick of going back and worth with you, you win. It’s late and I’m an old fucking man, I don’t have enough energy for this shit.” He turns and begins sauntering off in the opposite direction. He’s not married but fuck he fights with everyone like he is. “Goodnight, Leigh.” He hums quietly with a finality to his voice that lets her know that he’s done. He would turn and continue walking unless stopped.