Staring at Chloé, who looked as stern and immaculately dressed as always, for a second, Ari felt like he had returned to a little kid being forced to sit at a table and apologize for fighting with her, even though she had wronged him first.
Something something about respecting the elderly, even if they were going senile from all the alcohol they drank.
He felt the urge to laugh at the random memory of his mom saying those exact words causing another fight with Chloé, but instead thought her words over.
If you asked Ari if he was tired, his answer would be-
Abso-fucking-lutely!
He was completely exhausted physically and emotionally.
The last couple of months felt like one gigantic incident after another, and he felt that the little pockets of peace he had gotten were not enough for him to really process everything that was happening right now.
