"The boy, Adam, at the front desk," she said, bristling a bit at John's poorly covered laughter. "He said you were... well, he implied..."
And it was a bit to her horror that Kit realized that Adam hadn't actually explicitly said anything of the sort. He'd left it up to her to fill in the blanks, and she, like a fool, had done exactly that: had taken everything he'd said at face value, and had in fact done this to herself.
"And that Crowley keeps staring at me like I'm a ghost or somethin', so I thought... Shite."
She wondered if she'd wanted John to be attached, just to make things simpler. She could just say her piece, they could fix whatever needed fixing, and she could be back in Belfast for Sunday dinner. Or perhaps having someone else in the mix to focus on had saved her from examining what she really felt, sitting here in the same room with John...
"Roommates," she said finally, still miserably red. "So you're not...?"
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And it was a bit to her horror that Kit realized that Adam hadn't actually explicitly said anything of the sort. He'd left it up to her to fill in the blanks, and she, like a fool, had done exactly that: had taken everything he'd said at face value, and had in fact done this to herself.
"And that Crowley keeps staring at me like I'm a ghost or somethin', so I thought... Shite."
She wondered if she'd wanted John to be attached, just to make things simpler. She could just say her piece, they could fix whatever needed fixing, and she could be back in Belfast for Sunday dinner. Or perhaps having someone else in the mix to focus on had saved her from examining what she really felt, sitting here in the same room with John...
"Roommates," she said finally, still miserably red. "So you're not...?"