To Kervin, my silence sounded like guilt and compromise.
His tone softened slightly, but still carried a condescending edge of someone granting a favor.
"Alright, stop sulking. I know you're upset. I'll take you to a movie later to make it up to you, okay?"
"Now hurry and see if you can still get a standing ticket. Rosalie and I will wait for you at the station when you arrive."
I could practically picture the self-satisfied look on his face, convinced he was being generous and considerate.
"No need," I said evenly.
"What do you mean, ‘no need'? What's that supposed to mean?" Kervin sounded startled.
"I mean, you two keep the tickets. I'll handle my own way back. Don't trouble yourselves." My tone was flat, emotionless.
"Danna! Do you have to be like this?" His voice sharpened again, tinged with irritation.
"Stop acting like a child. How are you going to get home by yourself? You can't get another ticket. What are you going to do, fly back?"
Fly? A bitter laugh rose in my chest.
Yes, as a matter of fact, I really could fly back.
I drew a deep breath, reining in my emotions. "I'm just saying I'll figure something out. You take care of Rosalie."