It's making her dizzy. The echo of Steve's mother's question in her ears -- do you love my son? -- and the obvious answer that probably would never have been the one Doris expected, wanted. Not when she'd been nudging at both of them, sly and with more glee than Cath had found exactly appropriate, given the situation. All the way back to Kono and Lori asking about Valentine's Day plans last year.
But this is so new, and so unexpected. She hasn't even heard him talking about anyone other than his team. Where did they meet? When? How long has it been going on?
Answers she could get from Steve, once wrapping her tongue around the words, but there are so many questions that she's stymied by the number, silent under all her curiosity until she can prioritize them. Most important, to idle curiosity that would be idle for anyone other than the person in front of her, gripping the back of his neck like something awful is happening, the way he does when things go wrong and people start dying.
But nobody's dying here. He's -- seeing someone. Someone else. There is someone so important in Steve's life that he can, won't, slide back into the easy familiarity of sleeping with her.
Maybe it shouldn't be as baffling as it is, but, well, really. Would anyone who knows Steve not be surprised?
She gathers herself, takes a breath, sorts out the first, most important piece of information, and it's obvious, this question, because she genuinely has no idea. Who does he even know, aside from his team? And it's not -- her stomach clenches, uncomfortable. It could be. Kono. Like him in so many ways, native Hawaiian, forever connected to the land and water he loves so much. Always up for a challenge.
So there's a faint thread of trepidation when she asks, even as she's trying to make it as casual as it would be, over a beer, with any of the guys or girls she might normally shoot the breeze with.
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Date: 2013-02-03 04:15 pm (UTC)It's making her dizzy. The echo of Steve's mother's question in her ears -- do you love my son? -- and the obvious answer that probably would never have been the one Doris expected, wanted. Not when she'd been nudging at both of them, sly and with more glee than Cath had found exactly appropriate, given the situation. All the way back to Kono and Lori asking about Valentine's Day plans last year.
But this is so new, and so unexpected. She hasn't even heard him talking about anyone other than his team. Where did they meet? When? How long has it been going on?
Answers she could get from Steve, once wrapping her tongue around the words, but there are so many questions that she's stymied by the number, silent under all her curiosity until she can prioritize them. Most important, to idle curiosity that would be idle for anyone other than the person in front of her, gripping the back of his neck like something awful is happening, the way he does when things go wrong and people start dying.
But nobody's dying here. He's -- seeing someone. Someone else. There is someone so important in Steve's life that he can, won't, slide back into the easy familiarity of sleeping with her.
Maybe it shouldn't be as baffling as it is, but, well, really. Would anyone who knows Steve not be surprised?
She gathers herself, takes a breath, sorts out the first, most important piece of information, and it's obvious, this question, because she genuinely has no idea. Who does he even know, aside from his team? And it's not -- her stomach clenches, uncomfortable. It could be. Kono. Like him in so many ways, native Hawaiian, forever connected to the land and water he loves so much. Always up for a challenge.
So there's a faint thread of trepidation when she asks, even as she's trying to make it as casual as it would be, over a beer, with any of the guys or girls she might normally shoot the breeze with.
"So who is this mystery person?"