Prue: How was your day?
Milo: Fine. You?
Prue: Honestly? Hard.
Milo: I’m sorry
Milo: want to talk about it?
Prue: Is that okay?
Milo: of course
Prue: Mom was super emotional today and I feel like I didn’t do a single thing right. I lost my patience with her when she insisted she was getting a delivery today and wanted to walk to the post office. After I snapped, it was hard to win her trust back. She was super upset.
Prue: I hate that I’m not patient with her.
I bite at my thumbnail, waiting for him to finish typing his reply.
Milo: she asked you to stay with her, right?
Prue: Yeah?
Milo: that shows how much she loves you. How safe she feels with you. You’re going to slip up sometimes, you’re human. But you’re a good human and she knows that
Prue: You think I’m good?
Milo: I think you’re great.
Prue: Thank you, Milo. I needed that. Especially with the punctuation.
Milo: anytime
I wonder if I should drop the conversation there, at what feels like a natural stopping point. But, admittedly, I want to keep talking to him. I spend over a minute mulling over the wording of my next text, trying to decipher a lighthearted, flirty way of keeping his attention. Plus, inquiring minds want to know…
Prue: Was this a booty call?
Milo: lol what?
Prue: Texting me after nine and asking if I’m home…
Milo: no, killer. it wasn’t
Milo: disappointed?
Prue: Mildly.
Prue: What was it then?
Milo: the lights in the a-frame are all still off, so I thought I’d ask
Milo: I’ve been on your dock for a few hours now and the mosquitos are feasting
Prue: What?? Why are you on my dock?
Milo: is this not where we go to get drunk and sad?
I scroll up to double-check that he did, in fact, just tell me his day was fine. He did. Which only adds to my confusion.
