“Yeah, I know. I mean, Lu and I didn’t even get it ourselves for a while, there. So I didn’t expect it to go over too well.”
Staas’ next words made him giggle, though. “Ori probably would’ve had an easier time with it if I’d used that analogy as an explanation.” Or she would have argued that excuse me but what the hell did he know about zombies anyways, and there’d be no reason to even have bring the love back to life if her dumb brother hadn’t killed it in the first fuckin’ place, damn it, I’m sorry, Ira. Something like that, no doubt. He smiled wryly.
“Of course I’m not gonna fight it if things work out for us again. But forcing it didn’t work the first time, so…” His voice faded with a peaceable shrug, and Ira cleared his throat, took a slow sip of his tea to soothe away that funky buzzing feeling in his face that always came from talking too much. In a moment of complete distraction, Ira was thankful for the warm liquid and the safe comfort of Staas’ apartment, as outside the wind was whipping against the building, throwing around spits of snow. But then it passed, and he nodded sheepishly at Staas.
“That’s about it, in terms of meaningful relationships, I think. I think my life’s fairly mundane in that department.”