Sumayl's kept his gaze steady upon hers when she attempted to reassure him that Jace would never do anything like that but she wasn't present for the worst of their fights; she really didn't know why Sumayl feared it. It had technically already happened, though, hadn't it? When he'd tried to pull rank and tell Sumayl not to curse in front of Vienna like she was some sort of nun or something. The truth was, Sumayl probably would have cursed in front of a nun, too.
Sumayl's body stiffened, each wiry muscle pulling taunt beneath his golden coat as Vienna named her request, though Sumayl was left feeling a slight hesitation when the ending he had expected: 'work it out or i'm gone' did not follow through. “Want to be sure of what?” Though, Mr. Arrogant was actually afraid of the answer. It was an elusive statement and it left him with the icy, cutting dread that he'd been right, even if she didn't say it. That she wanted to be sure they (Jace and himself) couldn't get along before she broke it off officially with him; but Sumayl wasn't going to kiss Jace's ass and fill his head with meaningless flattery just because he knew Vienna was present. It wasn't who Sumayl was. He wasn't going to go into it being an asshole but something about Jace definitely rubbed Sumayl the wrong way and thus ended up bringing the asshole out, anyway. They were like fire and gasoline, though who was who Sumayl did not know and franky, it didn't matter. The end was the same: they were a ticking time bomb, and when the trail ended and the fire met the tank well...an explosion was the only logical ending.
“I will give it another try,” Sumayl consented before she could get around to saying what she intended to say next, sneaking it in, in the small pause she gave. But not for anyone else but for her. Sumayl was not very optimistic about it but he would give her the satisfaction and proof that she needed. If she was going to break up with him, though, he wished she'd just do it. This small fissure of hope in his chest was unwinding and the last thing he wanted was to be strung along. He'd rather take the cut now then deal with lingering pain later. Sumayl's ears cupped towards her when she spoke, admitting that she couldn't be happy when he was unhappy. Brow knitted as it furrowed, his eyes scanning her face in his confusion. Her words sunk in, slowly, batting with his previous convictions and assumptions, making let out a soft breath when she spoke that if he were to leave she would go with him. It wasn't exactly an 'I love you' but it definitely implied it. The hope blossomed within his chest, relieved at the fact that she did not intend to leave him over this; yet it was cushioned by a healthy dose of guilt, at the same time. “I'd never meant for you to have to make that choice, Vienna, and I'm sorry.” It was a rare thing: an apology from Sumayl, but his words were sincere and genuine. He hadn't ever wanted to put her in that predicament yet, that was exactly what he'd done anyway.
Clearly, she was too good for him.
“I don't care if he visits, only a little warning might be nice so we don't cross paths. It gets pretty ugly whenever we do.” Sumayl wasn't going to deny Vienna her brother — just as he did not expected to be denied his sister's visits ...where ever it was Chehlia had gotten to. Sumayl was not a dictator and had no intentions of taking away Vienna's freedom, and those freedoms included Jace visits.