“I think I’ll leave it to the kid,” Bea deadpanned. “I don’t share space well.” It was a miracle that she hadn’t gotten twitchy about having Vienna, Ledger, and Ty in her space as often as they were. Well, technically it wasn’t just hers, but even sharing an apartment had always been a stretch for her.
“And pretty boy, as you fucking called him doesn’t get a say in anything I do,” she retorted with a roll of her eyes, but restrained herself from physical violence. “There’s nothing going on between us.” Nothing that she felt was any different than any other friendship she had, aside from the fact that she’d been entertaining the thought that she might want it to be more. But only just barely entertaining that, really. More like trying to talk herself out of it.
She sighed like the answer was obvious, but only for dramatic effect. “The couch could go,” she pointed out. “The only thing it’s ever useful for is you sleeping on it anyway.” And she wasn’t really attached to the damn thing, but then she wasn’t pushing Ty to move in either, just making a suggestion. “You can do what you want though,” she finished, just in case it wasn’t clear that she wasn’t forcing him into anything. If he wanted his cell, he could keep his cell, and the couch.