We have a bunch of things to sort out so Caleb wants to go for a walk on the beach. It's truth serum. It's private. It's cold and rainy and not at all as comforting as the boathouse this morning with the fire blazing, the coffee pot just beginning to signal that it's ready and the lights on low in the living room.
I didn't think I'd be able to pull you away from the wolves this week.
They tried their best. Ben is away this week (left yesterday :( :( :( BLAH) so everyone else has practically been sitting on me. PJ was reluctant but I reminded him I'm an adult and he's not on the hook for anything here. I don't say anything toward Caleb's observation. I just shrug.
Lochlan doesn't have any information that you don't have, in his defense.
Since when do you defend Lochlan?
Since it favors the truth.
Since when do you favor the truth?
If it doesn't hurt, I'm all for it.
Then tell me whatever you haven't.
Eventually.
Then fuck off.
Wow. Nice. I need to remind you that your compliance is part of the deal.
Not if you're going to dangle secrets just out of reach.
I never planned to do that but your dogs are digging around and they dug too deeply.
So Batman knows.
I haven't been asked for formal confirmation so I doubt he knows anything for certain and he hasn't shared his theories with me so your guess is as good as mine. I'm not inclined to admit there's any real secret to be shared here, if you want brutal honesty. I just want to save my place, as it were.
Except that I'm actually guessing and you have all the answers.
Look. I just want to absolve Lochlan.
It seems to me it would be better for you if we're at odds with each other.
You need him.
I do.
I'm trying to help you here, Bridget. Trying to, as they say, do right by you.
Well then try harder.
Comfort and security outside of financial means isn't my forte, Neamhchiontach.
I noticed.
