“And are you looking for something different now?” she asks. “Job wise or relationship-wise?”
I blink. “I hadn’t even thought that far.”
She nods. “What have you been doing instead?”
“Carrying on,” I say. “Doing what I’d always done when I was home between shoots.”
“And that’s when things stopped working,” she says, not as an accusation. Just an observation.
“Yes,” I say. “Exactly.”
She lets the silence stretch, warm rather than sharp.
“There’s more, isn’t there?” she says.
I rub my thumb along my finger.
“There’s… a situation,” I say.
She smiles faintly. “I find there usually is.”
“There’s someone in my life,” I say. “Not someone I’m dating. Not exactly.”
“Tell me.”
“She’s my brother’s partner’s best friend,” I say. “Which already feels like a terrible idea.”
Pee-Pee hums.
“And?” she prompts.
“And we slept together,” I say. “Once. A few months ago. In January to be exact.”
“And now?” she asks.
“And now she’s pregnant.”
The words land and stay there.
Pee-Pee doesn’t react. Just nods, steady as ever.
“I see,” she says.
Something in my chest loosens, just a little.
“There are no expectations,” I add quickly. “We agreed that. We’re being sensible.”
“How does that feel?”
I laugh under my breath. “Like sensible is doing a lot of heavy lifting.”
She hums again, amused.
“And how long has this been part of your life?” she asks.
“I found out last week,” I say.
She sets her pen down.
