Post 9.1. See what you think? Short and bitter.
"Ruth," Harry called her into his office, it was late, the grid was quiet.
She stood across from his desk and waited.
"Ruth what you said, it's bollocks."
"I'm sorry?"
"We can be more together. Of course we can. You're making excuses. Admit it, at least to yourself, if not to me."
"Harry?"
"If you think this no man's land at work is living, if you think this is the totality of what we are and what we can be then you are, as I said, talking bollocks."
She stood, mouth slightly agape and said nothing.
"If you want to go now, you can, I just needed to say it," he said.
"You've said it Harry, loud and clear. Are you sure there's nothing else you want to get off your chest while you're in the mood!" she was angry.
"Yes, while we're at it. I love you. It's not going to change, it hasn't for the last seven years so I'm sure it won't now, even though you're blatantly not interested. Just so you know. Just so there's no doubt. Just so that you can't stick your head in the sand about that one."
He was angry.
"Well, now we've got that straight!" she said and headed for the door.
"Yes, thank you Ruth, glad we're so together," his tone was bitter, sardonic, hurt.
"Night," she said and left. She hated the way he was. She hated this.