Just a short update.
Rex stumbled into the motel room, concern wracking through his mind, thumping through every nerve in his brain. Resting his coat on the bed, he began to undo his tie, sliding it away from his neck and placed it atop of the jacket. He thought back to the events of that evening, unable to shake them out of his memory. He couldn't get over the oddly distant behavior Bree was displaying; she was never irresponsible enough to get caught like that.
Rex painfully distributed himself onto to the bed, rolling around until he was flat on his back, looking up at the ceiling with a pained expression. He tried to seem unaffected by it, tried to pretend he wasn't hurt, worried or even an ounce concerned but he couldn't lie to himself; he had promised himself he would never get so bad he had to be naïve and pull himself into a shroud of pretenses. He couldn't contain the way he felt…