After several hours of brushing Crane up on her past with Luke and a few awkward explanations of what things like 'friends with benefits' meant, they two now sit in comfortable silence.
Crane had been quiet ever since she stopped speaking. Abbie wanted to question him, but the thoughtful look on his face made her hold her tongue. Finally he spoke.
"Miss Mills?" She turns toward him.
"If you do indeed desire the detective's company, why do you not take it?"
"It's more complicated than that Crane. I guess...with the way things are now I don't really want to be with him. There's no point, the most important things in my life would have to be kept a secret. It's not worth the stress or sadness."
He nods silently, mind still turning.
"I believe once this war is over you will have no difficulty in finding a suitor." He smiles brightly, clearly trying to make her feel better.
"I don't know. I've always done better by myself. Besides Corbin, I didn't really have anybody."
"But now you have me," His eyes bore into hers earnestly. "And we will fight together. You do not have to be alone."
Abbie refuses to look at his face as she pushes down the flood of emotions inside her. So she walks to the kitchen in escape.
Crane swallows his frustration. Instead he drops the subject, knowing that it'll come up again one day.
"Alright, your turn," Abbie says.
Ichabod looks up, eyebrow raised, awaiting an explanation.
Abbie plops back on the couch, tub of ice cream and two spoons in hand. Ichabod is immediately right beside her.
"Tell me about your wife, Crane."
He swallows a spoonful of ice cream before answering. "I do not believe there is much to tell, Leftenant. I have only come to discover important things about her recently, and I find it difficult to process."
Abbie nods her head in understanding, wondering if she should've left this topic alone.
"You don't have to talk about it If you don't want to..."
He shakes his head. "My struggle has not been accepting that she is lost from me. While it did hurt to discover she was a witch and she lied to me on many occasions, I am most perturbed by my lack of sorrow. I find myself angered more than saddened." He looks at her, his eyes sad.
Abbie knows the silent question he's asking. "Hey," she makes him look at her. "That doesn't make you a bad person. It is completely understandable. And now you have an opportunity to make more happiness." She smiles, hoping he'll cheer up.
He lets out a gust of air. "I suppose you are right Leftenant..."
The two fall into comfortable silence, only opening their mouths for another spoonful of ice cream.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hey y'all I went and revised the first few chapters, because after rereading them I saw they were kind of crappy. As you can see I'm pretty much going to leave Katrina out of the story because i don't have enough patience to add another roadblock, ya know? Anyway, leave comments, ideas, requests and I'll see what I can do!