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"Maybe you should talk to him about that."
"I don't want him to feel rushed to come out."
"Well, having a conversation would probably help clear that up."
"Shut up." I say, throwing my pillow at him.
"I'm just saying."
"Oh! Speaking of family, you heard from ours lately? I talked to Mom the other day. You know she said Tatum got a new job?"
"Huh? Tatum? Why would I care?"
I shrug, "I dunno. You talked to him more than I ever did. Maybe you already knew."
He scoffs, and the attitude change has me tilting my head, "I do not talk to Tatum."
I raise my hands. "I wasn't accusing you weirdo. He's our stepbrother. It's okay if you talk sometimes. Give me back the pillow."
"Well, I don't."
"Okay…"
I don't bring Tatum up again, and the conversation changes. Scout does have a point. While I feel I've been better, I'm still not the best at communication. After witnessing what happened with Oliver, I should be wise to not follow his example.
Though I'm not as extreme to ignore Callum completely out of fear. In fact, fear isn't really an emotion I associate with our relationship anymore. There's still fear of course. I have work to do. I am happy though, and I'm less worried about Callum leaving me.
There is no love without worry. The moment you begin to care that much about someone, the fear of losing them will never fully leave. I'd rather hold on while he's here with me than let go and try to capture a ghost. It is better to have loved and lost. I see that now.
"Dude! This is the fanciest place I've ever stayed at." Charlie drops his bag as he spins around the opulent space.
"I'm so glad you could make it."
When I invited Charlie on the tour he was ready to go, but he has a job and he couldn't just up and leave unless he wanted to lose it. Apparently going on tour with Fool's Errand isn't an excuse to take weeks off on short notice.
"Me-fucking-too." He sighs as he collapses on the unoccupied bed. Fallon said I couldn't get a seperate room unless I paid for it, and as much money as I have now, I refuse to spend that much on a hotel room when he can stay with me.
"Update me. You confess your love to Callum yet?" he waggles his eyebrows.
I haven't been very forthcoming with information about Callum and I over text, instead choosing to talk about other things.
"No, but we're doing really good. I think I need to have an actual talk with him about our relationship though." I shudder.
"Aw, it'll be fine." he softly hits my arm, "That guy is crazy about you."
I raise a brow, "How do you know?"
"I mean, I don't. But the way he snatched you up in that video—" he swoons.
"Oh. I haven't seen them."
Charlie's attitude changes, "Yeah, you haven't really told me about that. Are you okay? I can't imagine how traumatic that would be."
"It's definitely affecting my brain. I don't know how to navigate my emotions. It's too much to think about."
"Maybe you should get a therapist."
I blow out a breath, "Therapy. I won't say I've never considered it. I probably should have started going after my dad passed."
