Despite the feeling of discomfort, Bea cracked a smile for her nephew. That was still a trip; she had a nephew. “We do, yeah,” she agreed, stopping just short of telling Ledger that they she and Vienna had eyes like their mother. Ledger probably didn’t even know who that was. Or he’d take it literally. Kids were confusing that way.
Bea bit her lip, really trying to place this Thomas that seemed so important to Vienna. “I was a little busy, Vienna,” she managed to get out without sounding too snappish. “Trying not to get evicted, and you know, eat.” She was not going to stand and have a discussion about whether or not she remembered Vienna’s dead boyfriend. She really wasn’t. It wasn’t worth the breath. “If it makes a difference, I’m sorry he’s not here.” Not that an apology would or even could smooth things over.
“But you haven’t yet.” Was it petty to point that out? Was she being stupid because she wasn’t comfortable and didn’t like feeling off balance? Probably. But it wasn’t like Vienna was making things any easier. It took two people and they were both contributing to this mess of a reunion.
There was something to be said for the ability to move a conversation along. Too bad Bea didn’t have that ability, not right now.
“Fuck,” Bea said under her breath. “How the hell did you get out of the city with a fucking truck?” The guys in the garage probably wouldn’t mind another to add to the ones they already had. “If you want the help, I can help you take your stuff to the cell blocks. They aren’t pretty, but there are beds and blankets.” She wanted to, but she just couldn’t offer up space with her. Not yet.