If there was one thing their night together had given her, it was the knowledge that their friendship had grown beyond being platonic. When that change occurred, she wasn’t sure, but she knew neither was the sort to just go out and sleep with someone due to intoxication. There was something more there and that night was the first they’d admitted it in any form. Now they were left to deal with it without the aid of an excuse. Yes, they could blame drinking because it was easy and dealing with your feelings and choices was much harder. But why lie to themselves or each other? What would that solve?
Hearing that he was fond of her company as well, Mary’s smile widened slightly and slowly she leaned forward her hand moving out to find one of his, threading her fingers through it. It was a simple gesture but one that meant something all the same. “If I’m honest, I hadn’t considered leaving or when I’d leave until you asked me that. It never crossed my mind that I should plan for it. I guess I’ve always assumed you’d tell me when I’ve outgrown my welcome.” She shrugged. “Once I have, I’ll figure it out but until then as I said, I’m fond of your company and don’t really want to leave.”
Maybe it was because it had been so long since she’d had any sort of relationship, and she or he was out of practice. Whatever it was, there was a tension there, something that seemed to resonate between them. But she didn’t want to push him, even if he needed a bit of it and not because she didn’t want him. It was the opposite. What if he decided he wasn’t ready? They could go at his pace, whatever pace, as long as she had him, she was happy. “Besides, how can I leave when you plan such eventful dates? I can’t think of anything more romantic than a jailbreak.”