Eddie frowns down at the envelope, very tentatively reaching and sliding it over to him. It's thick, filled with what he can already tell is a decent amount of money. It doesn't take a genius to figure out where it came from, but he still flicks it open and glances inside. It doesn't soften his frown anymore than her voice does. "That was my doing, yes."
He folds the flap of the envelope back down with undue care, pausing only briefly before pushing it back to roughly the center of the table. Had he erred in that gesture? Maybe. Probably. He genuinely doesn't understand, and while he's never particularly fond of that feeling, right now that's an especially uncomfortable thing.
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on 2013-11-24 11:26 am (UTC)He folds the flap of the envelope back down with undue care, pausing only briefly before pushing it back to roughly the center of the table. Had he erred in that gesture? Maybe. Probably. He genuinely doesn't understand, and while he's never particularly fond of that feeling, right now that's an especially uncomfortable thing.
At least he knows now it's him she's so mad at.