Stricken by Disturbed rang out from the earbuds. There's little question about whether her turning up the music was purposeful. She sipped her mug of tea, and tense and heavy silence reigned between the two of them.

She became bored with her book, but he didn't need to know that. "So, I figure I should give this ring back. I think your mother and father would be disappointed to have it symbolizing the hell this is becoming. That whole, 'Without trust, there can be no love.' thing." She said nonchalantly, quietly, conversationally. Her tone didn't need to be acidic. The words already were.