Chadwick picked up a few things as an outsider. One, was the slight cunningness both of them shared. An attribute undoubtedly installed in them at a young age. No one would win this fight. Winning wasn’t on the table. It was getting the last word.
“I don't have money,” he paused, jaw clenching. “He didn’t die and just drop funds in each of our accounts. I’m struggling, unlike you, who... who... got a job you were clearly overqualified for.”
“That's not what I said,” she moaned. “ Fuck the money. Get out of this. Now,” Chadwick caressed his neck, fingers tips pulling at the muscle. “Anything, Caspian. Anything, is better than this.”