Iris could have laughed. “I wasn’t expecting either.”
She fixed her coffee, stirring in the cream and sugar thoroughly before slowly setting her spoon down. She had thought of what might happen all the way here, and like so many things, reality was at once much more and much less than she had imagined. It just was.
“I was going to hug you. Then I thought you might let me stay a little longer if I didn’t.” There was a question she wanted to ask after that…but again, it was something Iris decided against.
“And that you’re you and I’m me is what makes it hard to understand.” A quick shake of her head left the subject up to dismissal by Arke. The chances that all their problems would come to light in this sunny little beach-side kitchen were, Iris thought, so slim as to be completely laughable.