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Jilly:Sweet dreams, Killian.
Bentley + Killian
Bentley:I just had lunch with Jilly. She seemed happier than usual.
Killian:Annnnnd that’s a bad thing?
Bentley:It’s a suspicious thing. That girl has a bit of an edge, made even sharper from losing Dicer. But today she was practically giddy.
Killian:I don’t know what to do with what you’re telling me. Are you upset she’s in a good mood?
Bentley:Just wondering what put that smile on her face.
Killian:Maybe the fact that she passed all her midterms? Maybe she saw a puppy on the way to meet you?
Bentley:Maybe it’s you.
Killian:I feel like the correct thing to do would be to lecture you on how men aren’t the only reason women act giddy.
Bentley:But?
Killian:But I’m feeling pretty damn smug I have the ability to make her that damn happy, even from thousands of miles away.
Bentley:There it is. What changed?
Killian:I wiped out on my bike yesterday, had to get stitches, and then took some pain pills.
Bentley:So you basically drunk texted your girl.
Killian:Pretty much.
Bentley:This the real deal now?
Killian:I don’t know. I hope so. We haven’t even met in person. She’s young, she’s healing, she’s got her whole life in front of her.
Bentley:You aren’t a forty-year-old divorced dude with three kids. The age gap is minimal, and Jilly has come a long way since the night we lost Dicer. I mean, she hasn’t hooked up with any bad-for-her dickheads since Thurston, right?
Killian:Right. I think. I really don’t know.
Bentley:Are you two exclusive?
Killian:Shit. I don’t know.
Bentley:Uh, I assumed the drunk texting was all about feelings and ironing out this long-distance thing you had going.
Killian:It wasn’t. Not entirely. We just…ah, focused on other things.
Bentley:My dude.
Killian:I should text Jilly.
Bentley:Yep.
Killian + Jilly
Killer:Hey, baby.
Jilly:I’m about to have dinner with my dad. Stop trying to turn me on.
