“Maybe,” Bea replied. “Not fucking great at meeting people in the middle. Usually just assume if they don’t talk to me for awhile it’s ‘cause they don’t want to see or talk to me and want their space.” It sounded stupid once she put voice to it, but it didn’t make it any less of a fact. “I’m pretty shit with friendships sometimes.” Being protective of people she could get, but the smaller, more intricate parts of friendship tripped her up. “But once she’s off bedrest or whatever I might, you know…” she trailed off, really wanting the conversation to be ended, since she didn’t want to put Brandon in a tough position.
“I’m not good at pushing shit either,” she tacked on with another shrug. Hell, most of the time she shut other people down when they tried to push her, so why would she do the same thing to them? “But I’ll see her.” It could have a less than fabulous end, but at least then she’d probably know exactly where she stood with Leah. Even if she’d be disappointed if their friendship died; there really wasn’t too many people in the compound she’d like to be friends with, if she was being honest.
Fuck. “Serious like she thinks I want to put some goddamn label on you,” Bea blurted with a cringe. “Or at the very least sleep with you.” At least it was out there, even if Bea didn’t really know for sure if that’s exactly what she wanted from him. She didn’t actually mind where they were at; even if it felt really up in the air and murky. But it was out there now, and Brandon could with it what he wanted. Hell, at least she’d know if whatever she was feeling was one sided, and if there actually wasn’t more behind the gifts.
She forgot that Kori was technically a baby sister, but only because the other woman was only a little bit younger than Bea was. “Don’t you have to deal with that shit?” she asked, because he kind of made it seem like he wasn’t accustomed to nosiness and prying. “Hell, you’ve got three sisters, aren’t they were fucking worse than having one.”