Re: Log: Jeremiah M+Hannah S+Jamie M+Si M
Si sighed. Amy was promising not to bring up anything bad and Jamie was telling the room at large that no one had died, and it was just a lot. Si liked it better when Molly had handled these things, and that feeling hadn't stopped just because she'd died. "Sure," was all he said, when Amy offered to go, so Jamie could confess, in spite of knowing that Jamie wasn't going to say anything. He turned his cheek toward his sister's, bumping his jaw to hers, then watched her go, leaving the patio and the cold to him and Jamie. Si crushed his own cigarette out, then, in one movement, lit another. He sucked on it in silence, as Jamie confirmed he wasn't going to say anything.
"Go ahead," he told his brother with a nod toward the door. "Tell her you're sorry. She thinks you don't like her." Si thought that too, actually. It was pretty obvious. But, he didn't think he needed to say it. He nodded again, a shoo. "Whatever's going on with you and Jeremiah, if that's what it is, you should bring that up too. Get it out and done with." He had no idea if anything was going on, but Jamie was freaking out for some reason, and he doubted it had to do with the salad in the works. Si didn't need confirmation. He didn't need denial either. He was the only one here not in someone else's bed, and it was better that way—for him and everyone else.
If and when Jamie went, Si looked back out to the lake. He smoked his cigarette in the silence that followed.