Now that she had ascertained that he wasn't going to kick her out and that he was very much just like her, Bailey didn't want to talk about it anymore. She had a nagging feeling that there was something else she was supposed to tell him about though. What was it? "I'm only a little crazy and mostly my crazy is confined to the kinky stuff we do in bed, which we should do lots more of. Also maybe my clothing choices, but you don't seem to mind those," she teased warmly.
There was a very obvious shift in her mood and demeanor now that they were on the same page. Or at least, now that they both knew they both had keys. Thinking about it too much made her head hurt. "You should to see who you have. Harley didn't tell me who she was. Someone had to help me figure it out cause she's different in my head. It's kinda shitty but I promised her two days a week so she wouldn't go body snatching unexpectedly." She stopped there and reached for her water bottle but stopped. "Oh! And I made her promise not to hurt you cause she's kinda psycho."