“Just have to show me up, huh?” Bea muttered as Cin obediently followed what Brandon told him to do. “I started putting Ada on a leash when people started giving me fucking looks like I was some terrible dog owner, letting her run free like that.” It might have been the couple of times she was too enthusiastic about meeting new people and nearly knocked a couple over too. She only seemed to be really good for the people that Bea was around on a regular basis.
She scratched Ada behind the ears when the puppy made a whimpering noise at the sight of Cin getting jerky and she wasn’t. “Stop that,” she murmured, crouching to Ada’s level and looking the dog in the eye. “You have all sorts of treats at the apartment, you can wait.” Technically Bea wasn’t done with her run either, so she didn’t usually like to give her dog rewards until she was done; treats for good behavior and things along those lines.
When Brandon explained what was up with Leah, Bea just nodded. Vienna had told her that much, but hadn’t really given a definite answer on whether or not Leah was still in the infirmary and Bea hadn’t really asked. “I heard,” she clarified. “Didn’t know the medics were still keeping her though,” The mention of Vienna still being in there made Bea cringe a little; whatever problem Leah had with her clearly didn’t extend to the younger Albrecht. “When you see her next, let her know I hope things are okay?” she asked him. “I haven’t seen Leah lately, so…” she trailed off and wondered why she’d said it in the first place.
Straightening up, she pushed a stray hair behind her ear and held back a puff of a sigh. “Forget I said that,” she amended. “I’ll just tell her myself next time I see her.” Which could be another couple of weeks, but she wasn’t going to say that out loud. She was only stupid once in most conversations, and she’d already had her stupid moment for this one.
It was hard not to think that whatever was or wasn’t happening with Brandon was affecting her friendship with his sister, and that made her cringe inwardly. She didn’t want some complicated thing ruining a friendship she’d actually liked, but she couldn’t shake the fact that she thought whatever had her interested in Brandon was maybe more than a passing interest.
And that was more than she’d admitted to herself up to this point.
“Vi hasn’t been giving you shit, has she?” she asked and then cringed, because apparently this conversation was going to go over on stupid moments. Why the hell had she asked that? Her sister had more sense than to give Brandon a hard time about anything; needling Bea was her specialty, not other people.