Birdie: maybe he intends to pick things up again after she leaves.
Me: she and her grabby son are gone now. Quinn made it very clear that he & I would not happen.
Birdie: good heavens but the Crawfords are a stubborn lot
Birdie: this doesn’t have to mean defeat.
Me: I don’t know what else to do.
Birdie: let’s think about the books you read.
Me: We don’t have only the one bed. So we can’t snuggle to keep warm, because it’s fucking hot outside.
Me: It’s not Regency England and I haven’t sprained my ankle forcing me to live on his couch for a month.
Me: We haven’t been infected by any kind of bug or disease.
Me: neither one of us are in heat and we don’t have to procreate to save the world.
Me: Should I invent a serial killer or stalker so he has to protect me?
Birdie: NO! I’ve got it! The perfect idea.
Birdie: Just get naked and get in his bed. Surely even Quinn can’t say no to that.