Oh, just, seeing as you both work primarily at night things could have become mixed up. Wait! She hold his hand a little tighter, even though it’s silly to be scared to lose him at a table for two. Whitman was after you…? Her brows furrow slightly in question. A pleasant fellow all things considered? Cal? What does that mean? He’s exactly how I remember him, just a little older. But when I started talking about us, what we had been - nothing. He didn’t remember me at all. He became… angered at the things I said, must have taken them as accusations. So Cal, now I know exactly what it’s like to look into eyes that no longer have the love they once did. His touch feels so nice, but she wants more now. Cal, she looks at him serious, it’s complicated because when I’m with you, you’re who I want holding me at night. When I’m with Dex, it’s him. I’ve never loved two people at the same time, not like this. And yes, I do want to see you much more constantly, I like being your darling Ismay. She sighs and fidgets a little. That was a lot to say, and it was unprofessional, but I think you deserve to know.
He works primarily at night? I wasn’t aware of that. He blinks when she grips his hand tighter and sighs, nodding. Indeed, she was and she unfortunately found me and damaged my face, if little else, which is why I couldn’t be seen in public for a while. I’m healed and back to my handsome self, however, so saw fit to once again grace the world with my unblemished good looks. He smirks a little, teasingly, as he always does when he knows he’s being vain and arrogant. It simply means that he seemed like a pleasant person from what I saw but there are clearly many things I don’t know about him, especially considering he hurt you. Cal’s surprised and then sympathetic when Ismay explains that Dex didn’t remember her, though he stiffens a little when she mentions something he’d said while drugged. I would never have wanted that for you, darling, though I believe I asked you not to ever speak of the things I said during that incident again. His tone is mostly gentle though his newly stiffened posture should indicate that he’s uncomfortable with the topic. Then she continues on with the topic, baring her feelings and throwing out the L word and he freezes for a moment. His first instinct is to run, to not have this conversation, his fear making itself very well known. But he hasn’t seen her in a long time and she and Nat seem to understand about him, if only because he was drugged and said all those things, so he should try to understand about this. He wets his lips and takes a steadying breath, trying to relax. Our relations have hardly been just professional for some time, I think, so I can forgive you any unprofessional confessions. He starts, softly, smiling just a little, then soldiers on, squeezing her hand. I believe I understand better than most having feelings for two people at the same time so I’m hardly going to hold that against you. He pauses. It seems to me nothing should have to change between us, even with Dex’s return and even if the two of you become something again so long as everyone’s amenable. He’s trying to be careful, to manage his fear and not say anything like relationship or even really acknowledge feelings though let her know that he still wants this to continue.
