She was avoiding something, and I didn’t like it. xxx Don’t worry about it.”
“Thanks.” she almost whispered. Like, that’s how I think of you now. “I know it’s…ugh, it’s pathetic, but it’s how I feel.” she said, equal parts sadness and self-loathing. I hoped I hadn’t accidentally broken it, or something. “And I don’t care what other girls you sleep with… Western culture doesn’t know shit about what is or isn’t good behaviour when it comes to women. “This doesn’t have to be anything more than… I doubted it. I lay down again, carrying her with me. She was hiding something. Is that weird?”
That made me smile, because I remembered that I’d been thinking much the same thing about her right before I fell asleep.
