Previously-

　

Did she really mean it or was she just feeling obligated to be nice? Does she want me to stay? Does she really want me to stay here, in her house, and have breakfast with her? Can she really want me to stay and have breakfast with her? That is what she said “I thought you might like to freshen up before we had breakfast. I was thinking toast and coffee”.

Helena was thinking toast and coffee. Why am I even questioning this? This is what I’ve been dreaming about since the day I left her three years ago and then dreaming about all over again when I watched her drive away from me a week and a half ago. Helena wants me to stay, she wants me to stay and have breakfast!

　

Helena: on her cell phone “Hi, Kit. I’m sorry about last night……. She’s okay, she’s taking a shower right now………Thanks, I’ll tell her you said that, she’ll appreciate it. I’ll be in later this afternoon…………..Yes, I know. I’ve talked to her already……………Yeah, this morning……………..I know she does Kit…………..I know. I wish she would just understand and stop judging me. I feel like all she does is judge me and my decisions……………I know she does and I care about her too. Thanks again, see you this afternoon.”

Dylan: “Were you talking to Kit just now?”

Helena: turning and holding my hand over my chest again “Jesus Dylan, would you stop scaring the shit out of me like that.”

Dylan: “Sorry.”

Helena: “It’s alright. And yes, that was Kit, she says to tell you she hopes you feel better.”

Dylan: smiling “I always liked Kit.”

I can’t help but smile back at her. She seems refreshed and definitely feeling better after her shower. She looks so cute in my clothes. I picked out a pair of ratty, old blue sweats and my gray “I heart british girls” tee shirt. Oh god, I can’t believe I picked out that tee-shirt for her. Of all my old tee-shirts, why that one? I’m supposed to be taking this slow and that’s the shirt I pick out for her to wear! And why does she have to look so adorably cute in it?