Men could be funny creatures like that. Their egos bruised easily, either by feeling emasculated by wealth, a woman with an opinion or the fact they they weren't the center of your whole world. Demi couldn't say she had ever been in a situation where any of those factors had lead to the ending of a relationship. No, hers always ended on her terms, a pulling away before someone could get to close. Still, she was smiling faintly at Lita's words.
"Sweetheart, everyone's complicated, so I don't think you're making yourself out to be anything that you're not," she remarked. "And don't ever settle, because somewhere there's a man out there who will see the whole package and won't run. The challenge comes in accepting that he's not going to run, and then being okay with him knowing you and loving you all the same." It was funny, she could spout off relationship advice, but taking her own? That had never been something she was even remotely good at.
At least not since Seth had passed away. Demi had her own skeletons in her closet, both past and present. Those weren't skeletons she was about to go pulling out and discussing with Lita. Her issues, her losses, mistakes and missteps in romance were a deeply guarded secret. One she shared with a select few, such as Noa or Teagan. Women who were more like family than friends. Still, the words Demi spoke, she believed in their truth - even if she had struggled with letting any man have her heart and love her - so far doing that only lead to trouble for her and them.
Trouble that Lita didn't need to hear about. Neither the past or the present. Selfishly Demi enjoyed the fact that this friendship wasn't tainted by the demons that followed her around - at least not all of them. Lita knew about La Quinta, knew she had been with raiders. But the other woman didn't know which group of Raiders or any of the demons from before the world had gone to hell.
It was always a bit alien for Demi, having people who months earlier had been mere strangers to her, now so concerned with her safety in terms of Isaac. First it had been Nina, who's opinion of Isaac had always been less than shining, and now Lita who seemed visibly relieved to find out she wasn't being coerced into anything she wasn't comfortable with.
"Maybe breakable isn't the right word," Demi replied, bringing both plates over and setting them down on the table before turning around to fetch a couple wine glasses. “Traumatized, maybe? Like he’s afraid of doing something that might make me uncomfortable or remind me of what happened.” At least that was the vibe she always got from him. She had to laugh softly at the remark about killing him in his sleep. "Well, I did slap him once," she comments before taking a moment to digest what Lita's saying. “And could be. He was married before, still wears his wedding ring even. He lost his wife on their way to the Capitol…” So maybe Demi was something that made him nervous, not because he cared for her the way he had Callie. But, maybe because she made him feel again.
In truth Demi could no better guess Isaac’s thought process than she could determine the inner workings of the Capitol itself. Isaac was still very much a mystery to her. She knew he had his demons, just as she had hers. They didn’t talk about them though, so much of what he was dealing with internally was still a massive question mark to her.
Demi’s relieved at the subject change, sort of, and happily fishes her phone out of her back pocket and holds it out to Lita. “Now, are you sure you want to see a picture?” she questions, making like she might snatch the phone out of the other woman’s reach. “And he’s doing a guys night with some friends, I think. I told him there would be giggling and girl talk and he made a beeline for the door. So, I suppose it could be said you scared him away.” This was said while she set the phone down within Lita’s reach. “Also, for the record, I had to employ some real James Bond tactics to get these, which might I say I’m damn proud of. I mean, I think I missed my calling, but too late now. The first one was easy, but getting a picture of his face, now that was tough.”