Women are made to be loved, not understood.

[dorian-excolo.livejournal.com]

[Friday, August 22nd (Day 453)]
[Late Afternoon, The General Store]

I've mulled this over as long as possible. There was talking, there was compromising, there was some happy note there at the end: and still, still, I have no idea where we stand. It shouldn't bother me -- it doesn't bother me, i won't let it -- but it does. She slept just fine, I made sure of that, with nothing else to worry after. It's not as though I can't cook, I've learned to tend to the baby, and there's room enough for all three of us here, more than enough if she'd think to step foot in the damn house I bought--

To be fair, I'm probably wrong. And to be fair, I doubt if it even matters. But, to be fair, I am drunk.

So I run a comb through my hair, find a mint hiding in the nightstand drawer, and head over to the General Store.

[Open to Kate]

[Closed]

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[kateohara.livejournal.com]

I laugh and shake my head at him.

"You're horrible," I say. "And how can it be the wrong time? I thought there was never a wrong time. Clearly you have overstated your reputation to me," I say, and raise my eyebrows.

Dorian squeezes my hand, and I feel a little pang of... something.

"Thank you," he says. "I'll try."

"You had better," I warn, and hesitate a minute, then lean across the counter and kiss his cheek lightly. "Now go and have some coffee."

[dorian-excolo.livejournal.com]

"You're horrible," she says, though she's laughing. "And how can it be the wrong time?" Raise an eyebrow at that. "I thought there was never a wrong time. Clearly you have overstated your reputation to me." Is she flirting with me? Dear God, I think she is...

The mood becomes sedate when I thank her. "You had better," she says and I smile again. It only flickers when she leans over and kisses my cheek. "Now go and have some coffee."

"Right." I stand up. "I should go." I'm there for a moment more, hands in my pockets and only swaying the slightest bit. "Before you can no longer contain yourself. Ruin this nice moment with, just the most torrid things imaginable. I know your sort."

Ha. All right. I head out, but not before pausing at the door. "Trying for a new 'Let's all stay indoors on Wednesdays' tradition. You're welcome to stop by next week, if you're free for dinner."

She's a very lovely woman. Knowing that the way I do only makes life more difficult. But times like this I'm happy for it, happy that we're friends. Friends. I shake my head as I walk back to the Sacred Whore.