Lita sighed dramatically, throwing up her hands in a comically dejected fashion.
"Damn it," Lita said, shaking her head with a tsk. "Isaac is all yours, then. I guess the world will never be able to witness the majesty that would have been 'Lisaac'. 'Ita'? Whatever, our name smush sucks anyway, it would never have worked out."
Lita looked up at her friend as she approached her, read the sincerity in her entreaty that they not let this small, strange connection destroy what they have made for themselves. Lita was not an affectionate person by any stretch of the imagination. But somehow, she found herself standing up and wrapping her arms around Demi, squeezing her tight. It was an impulsive, sentimental gesture and something Lita thought she would immediately regret. Instead, it felt reassuring.
"Course not," she confirmed, speaking into her friends shoulder. "I'll make my peace with it, so long as you do, too. Plus, it's going to totally freak James out when we finds out we're friends. I actually kind of can't wait to see the look on his face."
She was still holding Demi as she continued.
"You know, we should have saved this hug for when we were in front of the cameras," Lita remarked with amusement, pulling back from the embrace. "I could have grabbed your ass with both hands and really given those surveillance jerks a show. Nothing like igniting the rumor mill to get them to overlook how shady it is that we've been in the bathroom together for so long."