none of us are angels __+Milo]

[amethyst hartlet]

Amy sighed, pausing as she walked, her back still to him. Maybe he was sorry but she was still mad at him, maybe she could tell he was absolutely miserably about it but so was she and she wanted to just be by herself for a little bit. "I said that I would talk to you later." She repeated finally, wiping away fresh tears that dampened her cheeks. Maybe he'd never hurt her but the thing was: he had tried. Amy just wanted to calm down and catch her breath again before she tried to let Milo make things right. If things could be right again... it would take a lot of work at the least. "Please Miles." She sighed, glancing over her shoulder at him momentarily before she forced her head to turn back and forced her feet to keep going.

[milo martin]

Amy kept walking. Milo sighed, exhaustion soaking his every limb. He knew she was upset, but he kept pushing his limits. As she walked away, he began to follow her, several paces behind, talking the whole time.

"Ames, if you don't want to talk, could you just listen?" he begged. She didn't answer, so he barrelled on. "I know I hurt you. I'm sorry. Really fucking sorry." She glanced at him, so he took this as a good sign as he continued. "My life right now ... it's a fucking mess. I don't know what to do with myself. I've been drinking - a lot. It's really out of control. I can't distinguish between drunk and sober half the time. I feel like shit. I don't know what to do with myself. I don't know whether to stay in the band or go back home or kill myself."

[amethyst hartlet]

Amy finally spun around and erupted on him "Then TALK to me Milo!" she cried. "If you have so many problems, talk about them! We've known each other for pretty much forever! I would think by now you would know you can talk to me about anything at all and I would try to help you but I was trying to be understanding this time and didnt bug you about it. But if things are so messed up trying to force me to sleep with you will not solve anything! It just makes everything so much worse." She shook her head, crossing her arms as she looked away from him. "I dont know what you want me to tell you, Milo" she sighed, rubbing her face in frustration. "You cant pull something like that and just expect me to forgive you and have everything be sunshine and rainbows again five minutes later." Amethyst went on bitterly. "Im sure you're very much aware of how many lines you just crossed."

[milo martin]

Milo bit his lower lip. “I…I can’t,” he said with a shaky voice. “I can’t just talk. I’m not like that. I know we’ve known each other for a long time – God, it feels like an eternity sometimes with you – but right now, I can’t just talk.” He buried his face in his hands. “Things right now…things are pretty fucking awful, and everything’s just a fucking mess. I’m sorry, so sorry, I tried to pull that shit on you. I’m not thinking clearly.”

He tugged at his hair in frustration. “I know how many lines I crossed. I crossed the fucking border. Border patrol should have taken me out and beaten the shit out of me. Which is what you should do. I know you want to hit me, Ames, you have permission to do it. I deserve it.”

[amethyst hartlet]

Amethyst shrugged "Well if you dont talk then people cant help you." she said flatly, pretty much done with this conversation. He said he was sorry, he wasnt thinking clearly but that didnt really help amy at all. "I can't forgive you right now, Miles." She said quietly, sliding her hands into the pockets of her jeans. Amy shook her head, sighing as she looked away from him again and down at her bare feet.

He told her she had permission to hit him but she shook her head. "We all know I'm a wimpy hitter anyways." She mumbled. Amethyst wasn't much of a fighter... she could hold her own in a verbal argument but when it came to physical fighting she preferred to avoid it. She never knew what could happen when it came to that kind of stuff so she always backed off if it was going in that direction. But Amethyst was not exactly "a wimpy hitter" she just chose not to. It wouldnt solve anything...