A/N: This takes place about a year or so after the last one.
Angelina slams the door as she and George come in from a bar. A bar that she had to go and fetch him from. When she arrived, she found some girl with her hands down his pants. That slut may have given her a bruise on her cheek, but Angelina is sure that she knocked at least two of her teeth out and gave her a black eye. George just hung his head and followed her home.
"Angelina," he starts.
"Don't," she answers, throwing her wand onto the counter. She isn't going to listen to his lies. "I don't want to hear your excuses. I don't want to hear how she just happened to be there. I don't want to hear about how you needed someone to help you ease your pain. I am right here and I know know more about what you're going through than some bar shank."
He doesn't deny anything that she says. In fact, all he does is look at the ground and rub the toe of his boot into her carpet. She turns to the sink to get a glass of water for him to drink, only to have arms circle around her waist.
"I'm sorry," he mumbles softly. "I really am."
Angelina blows out a breath. "Promise that you'll never make me do that again."
He knows she's talking about the bar fight. She had to nearly break the girl's arm off to get her off of George. She would do it again in a heartbeat, but she doesn't want to have to.
"I promise," he says softly. "Never again."