"Fuck you," Adam snapped, hurt. "You want me to abandon my pride, and when I try to find a compromise, you won't yield an inch. You can't even tell me whether you're hungry. I said no, you forced the issue. If being 'nice' to me is deciding what I want without asking me and forcing the issue whenever I say no, then I don't want to be around you."

Adam's shoulders trembled, but he kept his head down. He wanted to make this work, was willing to struggle for it, but he felt like he was the only one willing to offer any compromise, and when every inch he yielded his pride cost him sorely, he wasn't going to keep trying.