Re: [Mean Eyed Cat: Atticus & Sue]
Asking other people questions was not at the top of Sue's list of concerns. He, too, wanted to talk - pierce the isolation, talk and talk, and obviously fuck but that whole idea had been ridden to death, that much was obvious. Talking was definitely on the table. Talking in person, with other people around and everything. "Parents of children?" He made a face. "What a gross way to put it, man."
"Nothing else to say. They fell in love and ran off together. End of story." He actually didn't want to talk about it more, or he didn't think he did. He wasn't even totally sure why it had come up now - why it had fallen out of his mouth at this particular moment. Maybe being above-ground again was just making him think, calling up remnants of life before he'd been stuck in the case for however long.
"I heard of that one," he said. He had almost forgotten about pool. He was thinking, looking at Atticus, trying to get a bead on him. No luck so far. "You talk like a therapist," he observed. "Want to talk about that?" He grinned.
"I don't really like them." He played then, shooting for a pair of balls at the edge of the corner hole, sank one, the other bounced off. He tsked, then straightened. His cheerful abandon had taken a turn for the appraising. "Oh yeah? What's the worst book you ever read?"