[Klayko]

Travis scoffed at the words Jill offered. She could not be serious, right? Sure, there was some truth to her words, but Travis did not care at that point in time. If this witch had a problem with what he said, she could have simply shown him the door. No. She paralyzed him, insisted he take it back and when he didn’t change his opinion, she apparently thought getting him pregnant was going to make a difference. He still hadn’t the faintest clue what she even meant about the babies absorbing everything “bad” about him either, but one thing was clear: He was not content on staying.

“I’ll deal with it,” he stubbornly insisted as he gripped the door handle. “I never asked for some kind of intervention or whatever this is. If you hated me that bad...you should have just...threw me out like the bastard who left us!”

The last set of words had come out unintentionally just like the waterworks that were now flowing down his face. In his head, he was really confused as to what caused that outburst, but perhaps to Helena, it was obvious: He was experiencing mood swings. Still, he felt embarrassed about it, embarrassed that it slipped out he might be dealing with abandonment issues and just walked out the door anyways.