Savannah:
Deep down. You did protect me from my cat.
Logan:
You didn’t need protecting.
Savannah:
No, but it was sweet. And you clearly love your parents, so that’s something too.
Logan:
Are you afraid of me, Savannah?
I’m not sure I want the answer to that.
Savannah:
No. Your bark is worse than your bite.
Meow is worse than your bite?
Claws are sharper than…
This analogy got away from me.
By some miracle, I find myself smiling down at my phone again, which hasn’t happened much since I left Australia. Settling lower against the pillows, I send another text I’m not sure I want a response to.
Logan:
I’m sorry I haven’t been very nice to you.
Savannah:
You’re dealing with a lot right now.
Logan:
So you’re saying I have an excuse to be a miserable drongo?
Savannah:
Definitely not saying that because I don’t know whatthat means.
Are you calling yourself a bird? I just looked up what a drongo is.
But also I don’t think anyone has an excuse to be mean to people.
I haven’t beenmean. Not intentionally. I’ve said a lot of things I shouldn’t when I’ve been frustrated, but it’s not like I’ve been trying to insult my teammates. If they choose to take it that way, that’s… Gritting my teeth, I stop that line of thinking before it frustrates me more. I hate it, but Moxie might have the right idea by forcing me to the bench.
Logan:
You’re right.
Savannah:
I know.
