Characters: Dylan, Lisa...well, what did you expect?
There was something to this I couldn't quite explain. I didn't quite understand this, I didn't have anything to compare it to, I didn't have anything to base it in. I just found how extraordinarily difficult it is to tell someone you wanted to have sex with them for more than just the sex and it didn't really matter how...pregnant they were, WITHOUT telling them that you had any kind of well, feelings for them. How terribly awkward. This, I found, was the complication of knocking your friend up. Heh. Shouldn't laugh about that, really.
However. It had all been sorted, without me lying and declaring my non-existant undying love for her in a bungled attempt to cheer her up, so that was that. Not complicated at all. No. So, I was heading down there, admittedly after the odd glass of wine, but that was no big deal, hopefully for the promised cure to this headache. Which I actually had, despite the wine, despite the fact I was only joking. I'd been thinking far too much this week on serious issues and it was getting painful. Can't I just go back to my biggest concern being if I'd got my Gaelic grammar right? No, because now I have a kid, which I can't help but love. I should be able to deal with this like a normal person, anyway.
I reached her room and ruffled my hand through my hair before knocking and stepping in with a smile.