[Mick shrugs, makes the swipe on his phone, and is tossing it carelessly back into his room and crossing to drop heavily onto the couch with his head pillowed comfortably on Lisa's leg, booted feet crossed on the arm.]
[Lisa lets out an oof in mock protest, hands in the air for a moment as the couch creaks maybe a little ominously.
After a moment, she prods him in the ribs a couple times before she grins and settles in, one hand resting on his chest, the other stroking fingertips down his scalp.]
[Hah, victory. He closes his eyes, letting out a pleased little hnn at the scalp massage. It seems like a shame to ruin it by bringing up more serious stuff, but she'd brought it up first.]
Wanted to check. See if you're doin' okay. You an' Len ain't fought like that in a long time.
[Her smile doesn't falter, at first, neither does her essentially petting him. But she sighs, and he'll feel it just as well as hear it, the deep breath she takes in.]
[He's always honest with her when he can be. Never helps anything not to be. If he'd gone home instead of coming here, he would've told her about Lenny.]
[At first she just nods. It was pretty obvious he'd known, but she wasn't sure for how long. Wasn't sure why he'd kept it to himself. That was the most aggravating part, really. Here she'd been sneaking around and he'd known. She felt like an idiot. But she didn't quite regret not telling him.
For all that their relationship had improved by leaps and bounds in their time in Eudio, there were some memories, some ingrained habits that ran deep. Not telling Lenny when she was thinking about being serious about someone had always been one of those things. He'd always found out anyway, but damn, she still tried.
She hadn't meant for things to actually get serious. Hadn't avoided telling him out of spite. It was more-- well, more than habit, it was fear. She had been so afraid of all his possible reactions she hadn't even stopped to think he might have just. Let it go.
She groans, finally.]
I'm not sorry, Mick. [But she sighs, closes her eyes.]
[Yeah, he knows what he's like. Who was the one putting up with Len's bitching about Lisa's boyfriends for the last, well, always? Yeah. He knows what Len is like. And this is worse, she really likes this one, and he really likes her for her, not for whatever front she's putting up for him. It's the worst combination.]
Don't gotta be sorry for it, Lise. He'll be sore a while. You know what he's like.
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Knew I could count on you. If you check me back I'll even cuddle you.
[Said mock-seriously, patting the empty space on the couch beside her.]
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There. Your turn.
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After a moment, she prods him in the ribs a couple times before she grins and settles in, one hand resting on his chest, the other stroking fingertips down his scalp.]
What's up?
[Something is definitely up.]
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Wanted to check. See if you're doin' okay. You an' Len ain't fought like that in a long time.
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How long you think he knew?
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[He's always honest with her when he can be. Never helps anything not to be. If he'd gone home instead of coming here, he would've told her about Lenny.]
He wanted you to tell him.
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For all that their relationship had improved by leaps and bounds in their time in Eudio, there were some memories, some ingrained habits that ran deep. Not telling Lenny when she was thinking about being serious about someone had always been one of those things. He'd always found out anyway, but damn, she still tried.
She hadn't meant for things to actually get serious. Hadn't avoided telling him out of spite. It was more-- well, more than habit, it was fear. She had been so afraid of all his possible reactions she hadn't even stopped to think he might have just. Let it go.
She groans, finally.]
I'm not sorry, Mick. [But she sighs, closes her eyes.]
You know what he's like.
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[Yeah, he knows what he's like. Who was the one putting up with Len's bitching about Lisa's boyfriends for the last, well, always? Yeah. He knows what Len is like. And this is worse, she really likes this one, and he really likes her for her, not for whatever front she's putting up for him. It's the worst combination.]
Don't gotta be sorry for it, Lise. He'll be sore a while. You know what he's like.