Raising the alarm for what?
This war.
There is no war, Bridget. Things have been pointed out to me and so I am trying to prevent a lot of heartache.
Who is going to get their heart broken?
Me.
Oh. But you don't worry about Caleb walking around flashing his millions and assuring everyone within a thousand mile range that he will be victorious in the end.
No, because you don't love him like that. You just use him to hold on to Cole.
You don't think he would know that and understand it for what it is?
Maybe he's delusional. Ben grins.
I am trying not to laugh. This is serious! But I cave in and smile at least. That he is. And so are you, because I am not trying to break your heart.
Is this like that Wilco song?
No, that's 'I am trying to break your heart'.
I see. Well, what if you don't know what you're doing either?
Oh, I know what I'm doing.
How is that?
I have experience.
In what again?
I punch him square in the chest. Being married.
Right. You have a fabulous track record, Ms. Taylor.
Wow.
A spade's a spade, Elizabeth.
Fuck off, Ben. It's a warning. Both my previous husbands stopped breathing before anything was official so unless you're looking for a hat trick you should change the subject.
What if the pyromaniac comes back and you guys decide to make up?
It's not possible.
I want to know why. How can you love someone like that and not give them everything?
You know why, Ben. And I was the one who told you, if you want him out of my heart, he's out. We've been just friends before, we can go back to that.
Ben snorts but doesn't say anything.
This is very tiring, Benjamin. And if you're never going to let me sleep then you can't expect me to make any sense.
He's coming back this weekend, Bridget, and I'm nervous.
Maybe he'll bring you flowers.
Your turn to fuck off, princess. But he says it quietly to soften the blow.
Stop worrying.
It's hard. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and I'm not going to let Pyro or Satan, for that matter, fuck it up.
Then stop listening to both of them. You never used to.
I've lost my edge again. Fuck. This keeps happening.
We can put up posters around the neighborhood. Maybe someone has found it, like last time.
Do you think? Jesus, Bee, in the wrong hands that could be downright dangerous.
