He was taking her to court because her car broke down and Ted was out of town. This was the first time they'd been alone together in almost two weeks. It was painful, to say the least.
Neither of them had spoken a word since the brief greeting they'd given one another when Amy had gotten into the car. The only sound heard in the uncomfortably silent car was the murmur of the radio. Mort turned it up and looked over at his passenger. No change yet. He kept his eyes on the empty road and let another verse pass. She'd have to get it, eventually.
She was my baby, till he stepped in...
"Amy."
...good-bye to romance that might've been.
"You know what this is?"
"Simon and Garfunkel. 'Bye-Bye Love'," she said after a pause. She knew where this was going, and she didn't like it. But there was nothing she could do.
"It's our song, Amy," he said, pursing his lips and gripping the steering wheel hard. "My song, anyway," he added under his breath. He was almost tempted to start singing along.
Bye-bye love, bye-bye happiness, hey-hey-hey, hello, loneliness, I think I'm gonna cry.
"Stop it, Mort," she all but shouted, turning the volume knob violently down. "God damnit."
Mort swallowed hard. He hadn't been predicting an ouburst like that. He'd expected her to scoff, roll her eyes, tell him to 'grow up', even, but not yell at him.
He didn't mean to keep guilt-tripping her about leaving him, he really didn't...but God, did he miss her. He knew that rubbing it in her face wasn't going to make her want him back. She'd all ready apologized a thousand times. He knew that the good and noble thing to do would just forget about it, not bring it up around her like he did...it's probably what he would have done...but how can you be anything but barely civil to someone who's done something so horrible to you? Because you love her, he told himself, eyes on the road but not really seeing it. Because she deserves it.
"I'm sorry," Mort said so quietly Amy could barely hear him above the sound of the road.
She looked over at him and saw that tears were rolling down his cheeks. It surprised and touched her. The sight of Mort crying wasn't something she'd seen a lot of until just recently, and every time she did, it made her heart break into smaller pieces, each time. It didn't help to know that it was her fault.
"It's okay," she said, even though they both knew it wasn't, and placed a reassuring hand on his thigh.
She really did still love him. So much.