Just what are you saying, Gabe? Alex thought inwardly as he ran a hand down his face in frustration.
Why does it feel like I'm completely losing control of this situation?
"You're getting everything wrong, Gabe," Alex finally said out loud, letting out a heavy sigh. "Why are you even saying all this? Like—seriously?"
He paused, then straightened slightly, his voice softening.
"Alright. I apologize for the decorated room. Maybe I really did go overboard." He nodded to himself as if accepting fault. "I shouldn't have set something like that up in the name of a therapy session. I should have asked you first before doing something like that."
Alex looked at Gabe earnestly.
"So yes… I'm sorry if I offended you."
"Can you help me call a taxi?" Gabe asked suddenly, raising an eyebrow as he let out a tired sigh.
Alex blinked.
