I mention I need to fetch my sweater. I left it at Caleb's.
We'll get it later (which is code for 'You're not going back over there alone any time soon').
It's my favorite.
He frowns at me. Fine. I'll get it. Be right back.
He's disappeared out the door, across the driveway and up the steps before I realize what a stupid idea it is to let him go over alone and I chase after him only to be caught by Duncan, who is coming up the steps and feels like jumping right into whatever's going on.
Bridget! Are you tied up with anything right now? I'm looking for a captive audience to try that new Mexican place.
Is that a pun?
Should it be? I don't know what you're taco 'nabout.
Oh my God. Not that part. The tied-up and captive part.
Tell what? Here comes Sam. Fresh off two whole days and nights of sleep. I'm so jealous of him I don't even like him anymore. He looks rested and reborn and there's not a line on his face.
Duncan bursts out laughing. Caleb's tying her up again-
Bridget- Sam's frowning so big I wonder if I've ruined his face with his disappointment in me. They'll say 'He used to be so cute but then she let him down and his face just...well it's stuck like that now.'
It's not a big deal and it's no one's business.
Then why did you need to write it out? Duncan's still amused. Oh my God.
So I could deal with it.
Which part of it? Rested Baby Preacher is sharp as a knife and ready to dive right in to my twisted brain.
The part where he isn't supposed to hurt me and we're supposed to be healthy but frankly I don't like him any way but the way I'm used to and that's wrong.
Wow. Good job. Usually it would take me a week to get you to say that out loud.
Huh. Guess I'm cured.
You? Never. You're just varying degrees of fucked-up. Duncan swats my ass as I resume my attempts to follow Lochlan to the boathouse to prevent the inevitable physical fight.
But when I look up, Lochlan's coming back across the driveway, with my sweater in one hand. He looks content. Is that even a thing? He comes in to the kitchen and hands me the sweater. Sam and Duncan disappear. Wow. Just like that.
Just got a little blood on it. That will come out with some cold water. Just two spots I think. Here and here. He points and I see his hand is also slightly bloodied. Not much, just a little.
Damage report. Fuck. I hate this.
His nose just started bleeding. I helped him have a seat and told him if he'd stop fucking around and keep his promises he wouldn't be cursed like that.
That's a new one.
Have to keep it creative, since we're going through the same shit week after week here. If he can't keep his shit together, Bridget, I swear-
It's not his fault, it's mine.
Right. Anyway. No more. He can have a break and when he remembers how to be nice we'll talk.
I'm the one who's not nice.
I'll look after your needs.
What if I-
I told you. I'll look after it.
Our eyes meet. He looks tired.