The look Laine leveled at Devri silently conveyed that she knew Dev was grasping for an excuse. “You can always make time,” she pointed out. “The real problem is that you don’t want to, for some reason.” She didn’t get it, but then she’d never been as reserved as Devri, so making friends came easy. “And that's because I’m not afraid to beg for your company.” Dev was fun, despite the fact that she wasn’t nearly as boisterous as half the other people Laine considered friends; she needed Dev around to balance things out. “And I’ve never taken you anywhere you didn’t enjoy.” Or if Dev didn’t enjoy it she’d never said anything. She probably wouldn’t either. Maybe Laine needed to re-evaluate how often she wheedled with Dev to go out... she didn’t want to make her friend uncomfortable.
“Or he’s afraid of some decision he’ll end up making,” she replied. “I’ve seen the way that man is around you. There is attraction with a capital A.” But maybe Dev was trying to ignore that. Or maybe August was. Laine didn’t put a whole lot of thought into it. “And that’s no ones fault but your own, Devri. I’ve seen the way you skirt giving out your number.” Because there had been men who had tried. But that wasn’t really any of Laine’s business either; she’d never been the overly nosy type. “The two of them are bloody terrible! You’ve just become immune because you share a flat.”