Burning Bridges

Cait: I was talking about children. Do you really want to go there?

“You exaggerate about everything so it doesn’t mean anything. Um blue cheese dressing! For wings!”

“Okay, we get it. You have weird fucking taste in everything including food.”

“I don’t. No. There are simpler ways.”

“You mean like those weird ass dieting fads where you eat a cube of cheese every time you feel like you’re about to faint?”

Cait: What? How was that an obscene gesture?

Cait: So when kids come to the station, do they all try to slide down the pole or...?

“ Friends don’t usually insult each other and their family members. ” Tessa shrugged, pressing her lips into a clearly faked smile. “ And honestly, the only positive thing about that get-together was the plate of fries. So, if you don’t mind… ” He’d made it pretty clear that he didn’t exactly like hanging out with her, so why even start a conversation now. 

“Insult...? Weird, I thought we were getting along fine. Livy doesn’t seem to be offended by my face like you are.” He questioned with a dumbfounded expression on his face. Really, he knew that their previous meeting had kind of sucked but he didn’t exactly think it had been that bad altogether. “Guess we know who the friendlier of the two cousins are. No need to get your claws out.” Dillon shrugged, stepping to the side a little.

“We’re not crumbling, we’re going through a rough patch. We’ll get through this. I’ll pick up some candles on the way home,” Mason joked. He gave a nod and a half-hearted smile, not really knowing what to say. He hadn’t exactly sat around discussing his relationship, nor did he have a pull to. “Yeah, it was nice,” he nodded eventually.

“And if I know anything about relationships, that’s what they all say before the big break up. You aren’t going to leave me, are you boo thang? Sounds like a case of I’m just going out for milk.” Dillon quipped with a shake of his head. “Yeah well...” He shrugged, his voice trailing off for a moment. Heart to hearts were never his strong point. “Forget me. Save that burger for her maybe.”

“Not at all. I’m saying guys do it to look tough and so they can talk about doing cross fit. Girls do it to get strong.”

“You don’t think guys aren’t doing it with the intention of keeping in shape too?”

“Not that I want to fuck you or anything, but you know we’re not actually related, right? It wouldn’t actually be incestuous. Th fuck is wrong with blue cheese? Who are you?”

“A dude can’t exaggerate or something? What in the fuck is right about blue cheese? It tastes like a fucking trash can.”

“Come on, there’s a completely different standard between when guys do it and girls do it.”

“What are you trying to say, chicks aren’t as good as guys? Cause I know plenty who could easily kick my ass.”

“I’m not cooking, dick,” Mason laughed and shook his head. “Not trying to avoid you, baby, we’ll snuggle later, okay?” He grinned. “Uh– nah. It’s– I don’t know, it’s more complicated than working shit out I think. I stayed there over the weekend.”

“Ooof, sounds like the words of a crumbling relationship.” Dillon feigned offense as he clutched a hand over his heart dramatically before his expression turned serious for a moment. “Well I don’t know a whole lot about relationships but I’d say that’s a start mate. Shows that you can be in the same room together again.”

“No, I was just hoping you wouldn’t pick something quite so hyper masculine.”

“You say that as if chicks don’t do it too.”

“Yeah, you. You made quite the impression. Probably one of your many tinder dates gone wrong, totally on your part by the way.”

“Ahhh, a tinder date. Can’t have been so wrong if I dodged this bullet, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t give me that fucking shit, save it for someone else. I know you don’t give a damn. Yeah, but I know it’s not chicken, and it doesn’t come dripping in buffalo sauce and blue cheese.”

“I’m not trying to wine and dine you and get you into bed anyway. That would be incestuous. Woah, buffalo sauce I can get down with but who the fuck likes blue cheese, woman? Are you crazy?”

“Oh my god, you are one of those people. Somehow that actually makes sense.”

“I don’t get it-- why do you seem surprised by this fact? Sounds like you were expecting me to do ballet or some shit.”

“I run every morning. And I do yoga. Let me guess, you do something ridiculous like crossfit?”

“Crossfit ain’t ridiculous, what are you on about sugar baby?”

“Come into Intermezzo and I can hook you up,” Mason nodded, pulling on his t-shirt. “I do actually have to work sometimes, my man.”

“You gonna at least cook it with your shirt off?” He joked with a shrug. “If you’re trying to avoid me that’s cool. You and Dani worked your shit out yet?”