No one in my life has ever asked me for space. Those are nice words to send someone packing and no one sends me packing.
Or at least, not until her.
“I have Hellhound in my car," I resort to extreme measures, "My name is also on the adoption papers so he's half mine. If you want to see him, you'll have to go to my house.“
Agatha squints her eyes at me, but doesn't say anything for a long time. She just looks at me.
“Niko... I'm not breaking up with you, even though we don't have a relationship, but I really need some time," She speaks in a low, concise tone to make me understand, “You can take Hellhound. I'll come to see you later.”
“Fine," I snap, my pride hurt. No matter how much I don't want to accept this, I can't humiliate myself in front of her. I'll have to accept her damn spa
