"See, that's how I rationalize the shit I so often do. It may piss someone off, but it's myself, and my choices I have to live with at the end of the day. That's not to say I don't sometimes fumble, and fuck up, I do. Generally I try to avoid the headache." There was nothing wrong with having a fixer upper, she could see the appeal in some respect, but at her current place in life, she couldn't deal with all the extra work. It had to be ready for her, and her needs, end of story. Some give, and some take, but no suffering. "You'd be the first shady bloke, so that's not too bad." Meaning that no, she hadn't moved on, there hadn't been anyone since him, and she didn't know when there would be... the romantic in her, as weak as it was, wanted to say never. Her rational mind knew better though. "Ah, right. Well... you won't hurt my feelings, no sweat." Truth, or otherwise, if he never showed up on her door step, she wouldn't be deeply offended. It was what it was. Besides, she knew how short his leash had to be at the moment. Vivian had already lost one 'investment', the more valuable, and if she wanted to keep the other, she had to make sure he was always accounted for. Really, considering the distance between she, and her boss now, she wouldn't be surprised if Vivian would even trust her with Cal. After all, the were might help him run away, or something to that effect.
Lightly she shook her head, "I've tired, and all it's ever accomplished was giving me a damn headache. I don't know... maybe with Shannon being one now, it might not hurt to brush up on the rules. I mean, if the two of the make up." Honestly, she hoped that they'd be able to some day, and she didn't know the absolute details of what had been said between the two of them. Dom had only recalled a lot of shouting, pointing fingers, and Cal insisting that his brother not be allowed back in to see him. Clearly it hadn't been pretty, but from the outside that didn't mean it was the final say. As much as she wanted to ask about it, she knew he wouldn't talk, not the way his body language shifted every time the subject was breached accidentally, or otherwise. "Blunt, yes, that's the nice way of putting it. I like that much better." No, she never dogged anyone without good reason, but she didn't cut corners either, What was the point of tip toeing with people? It just wasted time, and around this place, you wouldn't make it very long if you had a thin skin. "Yeah. Who needs Paris? We had fucking gorgeous Croatia.... but, we had here too. Amsterdam, the mansion. Even with all the bad shit." At the moment, there was no equation that it had left a huge shadow looming over all the good times, but when it came down to it, she didn't think that it was more than, or equal to the good. Hopefully with time, it would begin to brighten, and everyone would be able to see that. Or maybe not.