Silas inclined his head in a yes motion, indicating that he was listening. They’d been relatively silent on the way down to the river. An uncomfortable silence that made him wonder if they’d fucked this friendship thing up for good. He didn’t like it, but he was hardly going to put the blame on Rae for that.
It surprised him that Zimmerman had actually believed that Silas hadn’t been the one to put the moves on Rae. The two men didn’t like each other, both for legitimate reasons as well as stupid male pride reasons. He was quiet for a few moments, considering his answer.
Finally he said, “’Cause you didn’t do anything wrong. That’s why. Guys like me… Guess we all give off signals or what the fuck ever, even if we don’t mean to. Probably why you thought it was okay. My fault.” It was easy to take the blame for something like this. He was the type, after all. Putting the moves on women, rather than them being the first to put the moves on him.
“Why’d you tell him, anyway? We could’ve avoided this whole thing if it had just been kept between the two of us. No harm, no foul.”