"Four hours and then you wake me up. You promise?" Mary asked. She needed a promise. She knew that he wouldn't break that.
Once she confirmed that Johnny wasn't going to make another sandwich, she stowed the food back in the shopping bag and shifted on the bench, trying to figure out how to get comfortable on it. She frowned and was just about to make a comment about not being able to sleep yet either when he asked about her mom.
"She didn't say a whole lot. Just gave me that look. The 'we'll talk about this later, young lady' look. For someone who's about my age, she's not too bad at that look."
The whole situation with her parents never stopped being weird. Mary experienced a brief moment where she was hit with the reality that unless they found a way to right things soon, they would never even get the chance to grow into the people that she knew. She kept her focus downward, not wanting Johnny to pick up on that little moment of raw emotion. She had it under control a moment later when she looked up.
"You know that they're going to keep asking questions. And it won't be long before Rob starts piecing together what you told him."
She wasn't sure what could be done about it since they'd already ruled out avoiding each other, much to her relief. Her family was always going to figure out more than they should. And they were never going to just leave well enough alone. No matter how much she wanted them to.
Of course, the questions being asked and the assumptions made were also edging on things that Mary didn't want to look too hard at. The hand holding at the meeting, spending the night together, even if was in a platonic capacity. She was scared if she looked too hard, or tried to overanalyze or discuss things, that she'd lose whatever tentative friendship they had in place. It was best to just roll with the punches and pretend that she didn't know exactly how things must look to the casual observer.