Boyd: Allow me to be the first to say that what we have done here is *not* a good thing. It's definitely not a good thing. But it was, given the circumstances, the smart play.
-Very Bad Things
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"Why are you going out with Roger Davis?" He asks seriously as he toys with a strand of her hair.
"Because I can," she whispers, "because I can and because I want to and because no one in all of my life has ever treated me like that."
"Is it nice?" He asks suddenly, "I mean, does it make you happy?"
"'Course it does," she responds as she bites her nails, "if it didn't I wouldn't do it. Davis is a really great guy, amazing sportsman, fantastic marks...he's everything I've ever wanted in anyone."
He smiles slightly and drains his tea; she smiles at him and continues biting on her french-manicured nails.
"And he loves you?" Seamus questioned once more.
"Oh I don't know Seamus," she says simply.
"You best make sure his intentions are clear."
"Seamus!"
"Just lookin' out for you, lass."
"Okay," she says feeling slightly ill at ease. "If you say so, lad."
"It's sort of..."
"...wrong?" She says, amused, her eyes dancing. "Do you think so? You really think it's awry?"
"No," he shakes his head, "no, I just don't think it's right s'all."
"You want to..."
"...be with you? Certainly."
"Oh Seamus," she says slightly quieter as she shakes her head.
"I'm all for it," he says after awkward silence, "I'm all for you being with Davis. He's a good guy. You're happy...it's great."
"Don't be ridiculous," she chastises, "you care about me more than to just let me get away like that, don't you?"
And she clinks teacups with him.
"Cheers."
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