Smirking, Rae shrugged. "Well, why else would you wake up next to a zombie in Sing Sing?" she asked, sliding over and patting the bed beside her, a subtle hint for him to come back and lay with her.
Dependent. If Rae knew he was thinking that, she'd have been embarrassed. She had lived so long depending on only herself, and over the past half a year, she'd become so dependent on everyone she loved that she wondered why any of the ones who had stayed, stayed. When he said, in a roundabout and vague way, that she'd know, she nodded her head and dropped it. If it was up to her to let go... they were in trouble. Especially if she was already having trouble. "I like what we have, too." That time, she punctuated it with a smile. "I'm sorry. Apparently when you open the flood gates, everything comes out," she laughed sheepishly. Plus, her emotions weren't exactly stable right then.
"No, but..." she looked around and shrugged again. "I don't think constantly having his things around is going to help me move past this, either." If anything, it was setting her back. "If I get nostalgic, they'll either be in the closet or in storage. Those are safe places for them. Unless a second killer decides to come around and leave creepy notes and gifts, anyway."
She took his hand and smiled at him. "I'm glad you asked me." She was serious about that. "I'd rather you give me a chance to respond than just let it eat away at you. That's another reason I like you," she complimented him unabashedly, "is that you're honest with me. Everyone else sugar coats and tries to make me feel better because I'm not at my best right now, but you tell me the truth, and I'm glad for it." She brought his hand to her lips and kissed it for emphasis.
All right. This question... she wasn't even sure if she should ask it. But she wanted his take on the situation. Maybe, depending on the answer he gave, she'd explain herself. "Do you believe in luck? Beyond, like... good and bad luck charms or whatever, I mean... that someone is good or bad luck?"