"Don't apologize," she says when he starts to, with that same kind of unspoken understanding. He'd been wrapped up in Caleb, with school and work, and the last thing she'd wanted to do was spoil any of that contentment. Not to mention she'd thought--for a while, anyway--she could manage it all on her own.
Rosie can almost see his question in the face he pulls before he asks it, and she nods. "No, we are dating," she says. "And that's fine. I sort of wanted that, after Nick left. But actually calling it something feels different."
Like he'd said, it isn't wrong, not at all, and she feels the same guilt in hearing it from Neil as when it'd been Sabrina asking, or after seeing the flash of confused surprise in Eponine's eyes when they'd talked over coffee. It's no less unpleasant a feeling, really, being familiar with it now, but it makes it easier to lean a bit further into honesty.
"We used to be two girls with the same boyfriend, who had sex sometimes because we figured out we liked it. And so did he. That didn't make us girlfriends, and saying it now is...it feels like deciding something I'm not sure is true, outside of Sabrina."
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Rosie can almost see his question in the face he pulls before he asks it, and she nods. "No, we are dating," she says. "And that's fine. I sort of wanted that, after Nick left. But actually calling it something feels different."
Like he'd said, it isn't wrong, not at all, and she feels the same guilt in hearing it from Neil as when it'd been Sabrina asking, or after seeing the flash of confused surprise in Eponine's eyes when they'd talked over coffee. It's no less unpleasant a feeling, really, being familiar with it now, but it makes it easier to lean a bit further into honesty.
"We used to be two girls with the same boyfriend, who had sex sometimes because we figured out we liked it. And so did he. That didn't make us girlfriends, and saying it now is...it feels like deciding something I'm not sure is true, outside of Sabrina."