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towards the door. “Don't.” She said as he went to get off the bed. “I'm going to sleep in Fiona's room. I think that's for the best.”
    Danny didn't agree, but he didn't stop her. He'd always had a skill for pissing her off, but this was more than that. This was about her being hurt. He'd hurt her, and she was right; he hadn't realized just how much until just that moment.
     
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    The following morning Danny found Paco in the kitchen, making breakfast with what seemed to be every pot and pan Fiona owned. There was no sign of Amelia. He grabbed a cup of coffee, looked out the front window and saw that her Jeep was gone. “Where'd she go?”
    “Not sure. I asked but she bit my head off. I heard the two of you last night. It wasn't what I figured I'd hear. What did you do?”
    “Nothing,” Danny replied. “Did she say anything?”
    “Not really. She's different, though. Wouldn't drink with me last night when I got here. Only ate one piece of the pizza and I made sure to get her favorite.” He moved to pop two more pieces of bread into the toaster. “You still like scrambled eggs?”
    “Yeah, that's perfect. And I know that she's different. She's sad. Can't blame her for that.”
    “It's more than her being sad over Fiona and Taylor. We both know it. Bury your head in the sand if you want, but you fucked her up seven years ago.”
    “I'm not listening to a lecture from you, Paco. Not today. Not ever. So just fucking drop it. Let me worry about Amelia.”
    “I'm not lecturing you, Danny. I'm just telling you how it is.”
    “Drop it.” Danny felt his already questionable mood turning into a bad one. He didn't like the idea of Amelia just taking her off on her own with everything that was going on.
    “Whatever.” Paco replied. “You want butter on your toast?”
    “Yeah. Look, I know that you're just trying to look out for her. I appreciate that. It's just... it's complicated with us. We'll figure it out. Alright?”
    “Yeah, sure.” Paco grabbed two plates, dished out the food, and then they ate in a less than comfortable silence. They stayed like that, eating and drinking, until the front door opened and then slammed shut.
    “It is cold as balls out there,” Amelia complained as she walked into the kitchen with an armful of grocery store bags. “Did you use every single pot and pan, Paco? Doesn't matter, I'll clean up. You two might want to get out of my way. I don't want Fiona and Taylor coming home to a dirty house.”
    “Looks pretty clean to me.” Paco observed.
    “I've been to your house. It could be declared a biohazard.” She dumped the bags onto the floor, revealing what looked to be the entire cleaning aisle to Danny. “This place is a disaster itself. I'm surprised there was any good food left in the fridge.”
    “There wasn't. I ran out and got some stuff earlier.”
    “What did you do with the rotten stuff?”
    “I tossed it in the trash before I started cooking. Oh, maybe that's what that smell is.” Paco looked sheepish. “Why don't I just throw it out now?”
    “Good idea.” Danny spoke up. “Take your time.” He didn't comment on the way that Amelia rolled her eyes and turned away from him. Yup, she was still good and pissed. Once Paco was out the door he rose to his feet. “Where'd you take off to?”
    “I went to the store. Needed to buy some cleaning stuff.” She kept her back to him, started to unpack the bags. “I've got a lot to do.”
    Danny was all too familiar with her tone. He didn't need to see her face to know what her expression looked like. “Amelia, would you just look at me?”
    “Just leave me alone Danny. You're good at that, remember?”
    “Yes, I remember. Do you really think I forgot? I fucked up.” Danny hated repeating the words, hated that they were true. And even more than that he hated that he didn't know how to fix it. “Just tell me what to do and I'll do it.” Silence followed, and his biggest fear was that there was nothing