"Music?" I ask Reid, even though I already know his answer.
"I'd rather talk to you."
"I'll do the talking."
"I was hoping you'd say that."
"Take your money back. I don't want it."
"What?"
"The money in my account. What am I supposed to do with it?"
He looks at me in disbelief.
"You want to talk about that right now? What are you, a mood killer?"
"We'll get in the mood when we get home."
"We talked about the money last night. You knew I was going to have it deposited."
"I have a problem with the amount."
"It could've been more. It's not that big of a deal."
"I can't accept it."
"Are we going to argue every time I try to do something for you?"
"This is just so different for me, okay? I'm used to taking care of myself."
"Maybe that's why you should just sit back for once an
