"Nooo... no pity, Bronte. Come on. I'm fine. Little miffed, maybe even slightly PEEVED... but otherwise I'm fine. At least we're together again, right? And maybe if Baily gets too annoyed with me I'll come stay with you for a while. I mean..." she hoped she wasn't getting too personal here, "as long as you're not, you know... married now or living with someone, or something like that."