Wednesday - March 11th, 2009
Who: Ingrid and Reese What: A talk When: Late Where: Their apartment
It was now or never, Ingrid had decided. She could either have the conversation with Reese that both she and Nox agreed she could have or she could just keep it from him forever and continue to feel as though she was growing apart from him. Neither option suited her but... the former seemed a better choice than the latter. It wasn't like he wouldn't notice eventually that she was so distant if he hadn't already.
Wyatt was sleeping. He had been for a while now. Reese was in bed reading some sort of book. Ingrid had been in the other room pretending to watch television but of course she hadn't been. Instead she had been thinking about what to tell him, what she could tell him, without violating Lyle's trust. She had no more idea as to what she was going to say when she walked into the room than she had when she had first come to the conclusion that they needed to talk, but she couldn't put it off any longer.
Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Ingrid's large eyes peered at him, her red lips formed into a pout that silently demanded his attention. Once she had it, she decided to just put it out there, like ripping off a band-aid. It was for the best that way, right? "I had sex with Lyle. Before you got here." And just to clarify she added, "As in before we all got sick and I called you."