Verity's chin was held high when he told her to sit. She didn't like being in a position below him but she didn't much like standing here either. It was strange. She didn't want to talk about Lucas, she just wanted to talk. Tenetively she walked toward him, slipping past him, and out into the hall. She sat down then, pulling her knees to her chest and resting her forehead on him while she listened.
"He thought we were together. I was an actress- before- it seems like ages ago now... He was at every show and he used to send me flowers. Lee and I just thought- I mean, no one took him seriously." Her head felt woozy reliving these things but there was a part of her that made her believe it was important. She nodded, looking over at him tiredly.
"He made me cook for you, right? That was his favorite. Cooking. Eating dinner together like a- family." She closed her eyes, too tired to be anything other than passive, fighting off the impending images of her times with Lucas.
For a year he was the only one she ever saw. Lucas. And this one here, Steve. In a way she actually was starting to miss him and that more than anything made her hate herself.