I never leave well enough alone

“Since high school.” She folded her arms, still moody even when he nudged her. “Then don’t you get judgey. Why would i think you’re a bad guy cause you date girls? That makes zero sense. You’re my friend. If i can’t say these things who can?” 

Emma refused to look at him, insisting on staying moody at him for a moment. “I don’t think badly of you. You’re you. You’ve always dated, well... since it was legal.” She shrugged. “You know it’s not me. We are allowed to be different people despite the weird amount of time we spend together.”

“Once again, i literally didn’t say it was a bad thing. I said you’d dated. There’s nothing wrong with that. You’re being a dick to me for no reason.” She scooted forward on the sofa. Slamming her notebook down. “If you’re touchy about something, that sounds like your problem. I’m sorry for mentioning it. But i didn’t say anything other then you’ve dated multiple girls which is different to me. You’re the one who called me judgey. I’m not apologising for all of things you just said i said that i didn’t.” 

Emma held her hands up. “I don’t know, because i’m not attacking you. I made an observation that you date. And that is different to how i date. I didn’t say anything was bad you’re the one going off it.”

“Hmm, the rest,” he said, getting himself in a little grump. “You may as well have. What am I supposed to do? Wait five years in between each relationship?”

Emma furrowed her brows. “Ok grumpy. I’m sorry i spoke. What’s wrong with waiting five years?”

“That’s what they say about me,” he grinned back at her, though it faded. “I’ve had relationships that I thought meant something” He shifted from her slightly. 

“And the rest.” She rested her head back on the pillow. “I didn’t say you didn’t, i just said you’ve had them in a sequence and i never said there was anything wrong with that.”

“I can’t help, I am a witty man,” he laughed, raising a brow at her. “So you think I’m a serial dater?” 

“Oh so witty and pretty.” She grinned. “Are you a serial dater? I mean you’ve had girlfriends. You’ve dated in a sequence. I think that counts as serial.” 

“I think that was my point,” he laughed. “Really? Have you met my gran? And do you really think I’m a casual guy?”

“You have so many good ones.” She teased. “I don’t know, i try to stay away from your dating life. It’s how our friendship survives.”

“That really could be miss interpreted.” She nudged him with her knee. “It just means you know it can be more casual and there’s less judgement, i bring a guy home and my mum wants to know when the wedding is.” 

“I just said that. Please don’t question me.” She laughed to herself, folding her arms. “I don’t know if i do. I mean... i like guys. I just am happy alone too.”

“Your dog might be my soul mate.” She couldn’t help but fall hysterical, he had no idea. “I’ll take it. Seriously. Do you believe in that? The one?”

Emma just laughed more when he spoke. “I told you, it’s my calling in life. Emma of the dogs.” She held her side. “Maybe that’s a sign you date the wrong girls.”

Emma laughed at the irony, he had no idea. “Call me the dog whisperer.” She continued to chuckle “That’s between you and your therapist. But y’know if there’s a pattern.”

“See, puppy.” She laughed to herself, tapping her pen. “Oh it is weird, but it’s very true. Come on, you’ve noticed.”

“She would, it’s my kicked puppy faces. Wins over the mothers,” he joked. “Fine. I’ll use blue,” he stuck his tongue out, pretending to rub his hand. “Being a kicked puppy is charming.”

“See, you’re just going for the wrong demographic. Should be going for cougars.” She laughed, smiling at him. “For women, some women like a guy to look after. It’s a maternal thing.”