Shit. And that was the only thought running through Matthew's mind as he continued to drive back towards he and his girlfriend of two years apartment, his brows furrowing as a red light stopped him of his movements. Sighing, he let one of hands off the wheel and brushed his fingers through his hair, shaking his head as he blew out a breath. Great; when he said that he was actually going to be home from work relatively early tonight, he ended up being later than he normally ended up being. And he was more than positive that he was going to be chewed out about it. Not that that's anything new. With the roll of his eyes, he pressed back on the gas pedal as the light changed back to green, his jaw tensed as he clenched his teeth together. Maybe he shouldn't have gone out with a couple of friends that night. Maybe he should have actually kept up with his promise of being on time, so that he and Isabella could, possibly, have a good night. You know, maybe go out to dinner, or maybe even stay in and cook her dinner so that for once they could have just a nice, casual, conversation with one another. To leave all the yelling behind, to leave all the arguments in the past... He doubted if that was going to happen at any time, or at least in the near future. But why should he feel any hopeful about their relationship? It's not like they had gotten along with each other in a long while, so what was the point in trying much any more? No, he knew why he continued to stay with this; because he thought that maybe they could bring what ever they had back. That was probably why he felt so bad about tonight. But no, of course he had to get caught up with the ambiance of his friends, since he hadn't had a night out with the guys in a good while. He just wanted to have fun. on a Friday night. Wanted to actually smile and be happy for once. Didn't want to feel like he had to put on a face, though he normally didn't, in front of everyone so that they couldn't guess how he felt about any of this. Thank God he just didn't drink much, and that he was still within his full, stable mind. When he pulled the car into the apartment complex, he pulled into the spot that he normally did before shutting the car off, but instead of instantly getting out he sat there for a good few minutes, just staring out of the windshield with his hands still on the wheel. Why were they putting each other through all of this? Finally getting himself to move, he took the keys, closed the door behind him, and locked it before he headed towards the building where his place resided in, heading up the stairs to the second floor. Looking this way and that, he noticed that most lights were off while a lot were still on, shadows being caste through them as someone would walk by. Nothing unusual. Jiggling his keys around as a means to distract himself a bit, when he finally made it to his apartment he put the key in the locked, listened for the click as he turned it, and then twisted the knob to open the door. Now only to wait and see what wait on the other side.