Bringing her home.

Kyle let her lean on his arm as they headed out of the bar, and on the bus ride back, he made no effort to stop her from resting her head on his shoulder. He even put his arm around her at one point.
"Things are going to be okay."
"You don't know that..." she was feeling wretched, and ashamed of herself, and projecting all of it onto Brian, her neglectful fiancee.
"Brian's...a good guy. He's just trying to get himself into a position where the two of you are secure, you know?"
"I...I don't care!" Okay, you're really being a baby, now. "I..." she could feel the tears coming, and she fought them. "I know. It just sucks. I miss the man I used to have. Not this...workaholic."
When they reached the townhouse, Brian was actually at the front door. He was wearing his work suit, a bit rumpled, and his tie was in his hand. He looked wrung out. When he saw them, he rushed over to give his brother a hug.
"Welcome home, man." He glanced over at Beth. "Hey baby." He gave her a hug even tighter than the one he gave his brother, and she could just barely meet Kyle's eyes over his shoulder. Kyle only nodded.
"Hey..I got a little drunk at Diva's so'm gonna lie down, okay? Give you two a chance to catch up." She swayed into the house, and stumbled her way up the stairs to peel off her dress before collapsing on the bed in a drunken stupor. You're a lucky idiot, you know that?

Shut up.

~
Beth's eyes opened. Her vision was blurry and her head was swimming. The clock came into focus: 12:02. She could hear the door close very quietly. "You asleep, baby?" She closed her eyes and took deep regular breaths. I... I don't know how to feel about you right now...baby...
She listened while Brian got undressed as quietly as possible, and slipped gently into bed behind her. She felt his warm breath as he kissed her cheek.
"I love you."