Who: Andrew Ryan and Diane McClintock What: Nothing good. That's what. Questions, answers, failing at relationships- you know. That sort. When: THE FUTURE: Tomorrow evening. Where: Some coffee shop in town. \o/ Warnings: This may not end well.
Andrew only nodded at what he believed Diane had been saying. It was like that the entire night, his mind not exactly on their conversation or whatever questions she was asking him. Which was a shame, really, as he had always enjoyed hearing about Diane's day and hearing about the children she taught. It was something he looked forward every Friday and now, here he was questioning how on Earth he was going to tell her he didn't trust her flatmate. How could he tell her that he trusted Claire's word on what that man had done? How could he tell her that he wanted to keep her safe? That he wanted to make sure that man would never lay a hand on her?
He blinked, realising that he had once again lost himself in thought. Well, this was really not his night to concentrate. He adjusted himself, sitting up as he took a sip of his coffee to try and keep himself from drifting off too much in his own mind. Perhaps he should have asked her if they should just not meet for the evening, or taken her some place where he wouldn't have to focus on what she was saying.
Though, that thought itself was quite horrible wasn't it?
Now... What was she saying? This was not the situation he wanted to find himself in with the woman he had remembered he loved.