LOCATION — Leticia's home. Sunday, February 26th.
WHO — Leticia ( @leticiaxoliveira ).
Coming back to Leticia's the night after spending one with Aslihan felt stupidly similar to a walk of shame, and he hated damn near everything about that realization. He shouldn't have even been there to begin with. It was foolish, and selfish, and having to walk away from her for a second time — even if it was made abundantly clear before he stepped foot in the house again, back when he'd agreed to come home at the Blue Wolf — pained him just as much as the first, knowing that they shared a chunk of time together that all could still mean nothing in the end. A part of him hoped to feel more clarity by being around her, but if anything, he wound up feeling even more confused. It was a horrible, horrible idea. And now Leticia was looking at him with suspicion as he plopped onto the pile of blankets on the pullout couch, undoubtedly wondering where he'd been when the last they spoke was a text message early Saturday night saying that he'd be back soon — only to never come. He hoped that she'd think he was at Rachel's, which was possible, given that he'd been bouncing between the two of them like a terribly depressing game of ping pong. But he had a feeling that even if she thought that at first, he wouldn't be able to pass it off for long; she had a knack for poking information out of him, regardless of whether he wanted to give. "So, how was your day?" he said casually, throwing one of the blankets over his body. "The girls go to bed yet?"












