Lulu thought about it momentarily for his sake, but in the end the answer was inevitably no.
"I don't like being alone," she repeated, voice small. It was true. Even to this day, after a couple of months to get used to it, Lulu had difficulty sleeping in an empty apartment. She made every excuse possible to spend time with people, most of the time. It had resulted in a tightly knit circle of friends, with none of them closer than Jon -- who was now the first to pull farther away. I dig myself a hole.
Regardless of all of that, though, Lulu would've been perfectly content with no one in her life at all but him. Maybe it was odd. Maybe it was bad. Mummy had always stressed independence, but she'd never bothered untying the connection between herself and her daughter. Lulu was strong-willed enough to approach any problem on her own if she had to -- and she often did, when it came to her work. Translating meant being alone with a language, inevitably. I don't know why I can't do the same with my life.
Jon could.
But Jon was different, and no matter how well she came to know him, it was a thing Lulu couldn't comprehend. Not even with practice.
"Yes, yes," she responded tiredly, drawing a lazy circle in his palm with the edge of a nail. For all of its laziness, the movement was semi-aggressive, the mark of growing impatience. Not with him. Not totally, anyway. With herself. The restaurant. The situation.
"There's nothing to be said you've not heard from me." The words spoke volumes, being that it was quite rare Lulu didn't manage to say something. She had no qualms about repeating herself. Most of the time, she repeated herself with gusto.
Lulu's eyes hardened slightly, though she laughed a moment later. "Only a six to seven hour drive..."