"I wish it happened less." A simple statement, and definitely a true one. She wanted to be herself again. The person that everyone liked. The one who wasn't afraid of people leaving her every time she turned around. How long would it be before everyone got sick of the new, depressed Rae and then her fears became reality? She shook the thought off, because she was doing it again. Curling into him when he got into bed, she looked up at him, gratitude and affection in her eyes. "I want to be myself again," she said as she looked down.
It was funny, how odd of a thing mourning was. "I just recently lost my parents, too, and I don't have their things everywhere." Maybe some of her mother's, but those blended in well with Rae's own things, because she and her mother had been so similar. "Maybe not being surrounded with it will help me move on." Not forget. Her son was a reminder that she'd never lose, and she'd keep a couple things for the sake of not making it seem like she was trying to shut him out of her life completely, but... "Besides, I've got to start making space for baby things, soon." And this was simultaneously the simplest and hardest way to do it.
Blinking stupidly, Rae looked at him when he told her that the flowers were from him. Her lips curled up into a little smile. "Really?" she asked, placing her hand on his chest. It was odd, but she actually felt good about that. "So, even before you were helping me, you were helping me." She chuckled softly at that thought. "Those flowers were the first thing to actually make me smile after... after he died. So..." she tilted her head up to kiss him softly. "Knowing they weren't from Lily-Margaret is even better." Oddly, she'd actually pressed a couple of them, and never thrown them away after Lily was caught. "I still have a few, you know that? I pressed them. And kept them. I never got around to throwing them out after Lily was caught, and now I'm glad I didn't."
Brandon. Sometimes it was easy to forget that he was a cop, with all the trouble he caused. "I guess it is," she mused. "I'm usually pretty good at telling when people are lying to me, too. Working at the club sort of honed those abilities. Up close and personal people watching, which sounds way weirder than it's supposed to." She chuckled. "So, there's a fifty-fifty chance you wouldn't get away with it, anyway." She smirked.
Oh. So he would probably think she sounded stupid if she told him. "Oh. Yeah..." she didn't used to believe in that, but now, it was hard not to. "Um..." she bit her lip. "N-no reason. Just... hypothetical." And he probably wouldn't believe that at all.