After the fight

Jason walked down the street with a scowl on his face. After his fight with Stella he had come straight here, but he didn't know what he wanted to do. He imagined that she must be mad at him.
Glaring at the buildings as he past, he noticed that they seemd more run-down in this part of the city. They were old brick houses, with some windows boarded up. It didn't look like anyone had lived here for quite some time.
He turned and walked up to one of these houses at random, glancing in it's only open window. Then he sat on the stoop, and glanced around.
He was finally alone.

He looked up, ready to yell her to leave. But then stopped and raised an eyebrow at her, amused by her fall. 'I really don't care what you do. Didn't we establish that last time we met?' He didn't smile.

Jason watched her leave, then looked to where she had pointed. With a start he saw Stella walked down the street.
He quickly ducked inside the door, and sat in the darkness.
Sitting on the floor, he peered around the room but saw nothing, not that he'd expected to. He tried to stop himself from thinking about her, but he couldn't. He had promised Stella that he wouldn't leave her, and what had he just done? It wasn't her fault for what she had said, she had just been trying to help.
He clenched his fist, angry at himself for causing her tears.
Standing up stiffly, he walked back out of the building, and into the street.
Waiting for stella to notice him.