"No. I'm a molecular geneticist. Although I do have an MD as well, I don't have a practice outside of some volunteer time I spend at the clinic for homeless women and children." She wanted to ask about him, but at the same time she didn't. Asking would involve her, and she wasn't sure she wanted to be involved. She wasn't sure what she wanted, but she was pretty sure it wasn't to tie herself once more to Zeus.
She sat on the edge of the bus seat, carefully not looking at Zeus or the people around them. It was harder than she thought. So many memories that she'd thought she'd finally managed to put aside bubbling to the surface. She glanced at Zeus out of the corner of her eye, then turned her head forward. At least he wasn't babbling now. She wondered what he was on but didn't really want to ask.
Don't get involved.
Don't let him in.
Don't care.
How do you shut that off? How do you stop caring? Remember the bad. Remember all the things he did? But it was so hard to remember the arrogant bastard he'd been when faced with the mess he'd become.