Lita found Demi's familiarity (or, more precisely, her lack there of) with the gaggle of Capitol housewives reassuring. She could see how living in this place, with it's pretty people, clean apartments, and food that didn't come out of cans could weave a spell around someone. Lita wasn't so sure she wouldn't be smitten by this place if things hadn't turned out differently.
"It would hardly be the only rumor being whispered about me but it would be the most flattering," Lita said of her supposed motivations on visiting Demi. It did make Lita wonder though what kind of response her patient and her live in rescuer were getting around this place. It could hardly be easy being the jailbird and the savior around here.
"Yeah, I suppose it takes time to put your stamp on things," Lita allowed, inclining her head toward all the leather and metal accents of the apartment. "But even if it had been two years instead of two months, I know I'd have issues letting my stuff go into storage for someone else's, no matter how significant they were. Which probably sheds a lot of light on my control and commitment issues than any rundown of my past relationships will give you."
Lita had never had a romance (if you could call them that) last for longer than a few months and she certainly hadn't cared enough for any of those guys to open up her home to them. She knew Demi's situation was was different than any dalliance Lita had engaged in but that probably only made things way more complicated.
"So, I know you're going to think me just as bad as all those hausfraus," Lita started, trying to keep the curiosity out of her tone but failing miserably. "But how much of this is real? He isn't holding his getting you out of La Quinta over your head or anything, right? I mean, I know it's none of my business but sharing this close of quarters with someone isn't a small thing."
Lita knew Demi was tough; she'd seen the evidence of her survival instinct with her own two eyes. But she'd hate to think she was getting involved with a guy simply because she felt indebted to him. She thought the younger woman was made of sterner stuff than that but if the horrors of what she suspected about La Quinta were true she couldn't blame her one bit.