Hell yeah.
Only I didn’t have a clue what we were supposed to be working on.
Oh well, he’d tell me.
My phone blipped as I reached for the remote to turn the television on.
To talk. Are you free?
No. Kit’s going to be back soon. We’re working on a song.
I don’t want to do this via text, but I don’t feel like waiting any longer. I fucked up when I broke things off with you.
No, if last night showed me anything, it’s that I do stupid things to get attention.
There were ways I could have given you the attention you cravedwithout leaving my post.
Then why didn’t you?
It would have required you to follow my instructions without questioning me.
Could have just said that.
I would have if I’d thought about it instead of getting pissed at you. If you’ll give me the chance, I’ll prove it to you.
I don’t think that would be a good idea.
At least tell me why.
Kit and I… I don’t know if it's going to be anything, but I’m going to ride it out and see what happens. He gets what it’s like to come off the stage flying so high you’re afraid you’ll never find the ground again. You and I, we’re just too different. It's best to leave things the way they stand.
What if I don’t agree? What if I want to take it slow? Do it right this time. Do stuff together instead of having sex and watching hockey?
You read what I said about Kit, right?
I’d be okay with keeping things open. You said you were exploring options with him, so why not explore them with me, too?
If he’s okay with it, I’ll give it more consideration. Right now, I’m not sure I’m okay with it.
Fair enough.
I’ll let you know when I have an answer. Wish you’d thought of all this before you gutted me.
I regret being so harsh. You didn’t deserve that.
Maybe a little, I did. It might have been better for us both if you’d just showed up at my door and put me over your knee instead of dumping me.
Give me a second chance, and I promise to employ that method the next time you step out of line.
What makes you think there’ll be a next time? I’ve been working on some of those self-destructive tendencies you were complaining about.
Good. I never want to see anything bad happen to you.
I didn’t know what to do with that. My fingers stood poisedover the keys, prepared to respond with a bit of snark and humor, but the words wouldn’t come. He didn’t deserve a glib response. Blowing off his concern might have come naturally for me, but I wasn’t enough of an asshole to throw it back in his face.
After last night and waking up in Kit’s arms, there was still a soft, romantic vibe hanging over me that made the conversation extra difficult. Before I could second-guess what I was about to do, I typed:
There’s nothing saying you couldn’t hang out with us when you’re off and we’re not busy with the rest of the band creating new music.