||[Jun. 17th, 2006|12:01 am]
Is there anyone who can tell me why Lindsey is suddenly sneaking around with my books? Ones he cannot even read?
Call me curious, but that's really...
Cordelia, any idea? Perhaps Lindsey himself would like to shed a light on this?
<font size="0,5><s>Seriously. Marilee can sneak around better.</s></font>
I wasn't sneaking.
If I was sneaking, you wouldn't have noticed. I was just curious is all. I should've asked first.
You were sneaking.
Yes, I would've. Those are my books! You're suddenly curious about books that open portals and such? You were wearing that guilty expression, Lindsey.
What's going on?
A guy can't be quiet for a change?
I know, I know. I'm sorry. Yup. You never know when stuff like that is going to come in handy. And if was wearing a guilty expression, which I'm pretty sure I wasn't, it was only because you were wearing a 'What the hell do you think you're doing?' expression.
Nothing you want to hear about, Wes. Just trust me, okay?
What the hell do you think you're doing? See? It's not just an expression.
These are dangerous books Lindsey, and you can't even read them. Please, don't lie to me. I would've thought I deserved better then that.
I'm not lying to you: you really don't want to hear about it. I'll leave the books alone now, okay? And what you deserve is to be happy and safe, Wes.
And they say I have no sense of humor.
Withholding the truth because it may hurt me, is also lying. I deserve to know that you're not going to do something stupid which makes me...us, loose this. I am happy, but with what I know I can never be safe. Doesn't mean I wont try.