she says, glancing down at Lily. “I thought I was supposed to be your comfort.” I reach out to pull her against me. “Yeah, well, you didn’t seem like you’d be up for it,” she mumbles. “You can always count on me.” “Always?” she questions. There seems to be more weight to it than there should be. “Always,” I confirm. I was extremely frustrated earlier, but if she’d told me she wanted me to hold her, I would have happily done so. “What time are your parents coming again? Are we going out to eat or am I supposed to cook?” She’s told me already, but I can’t remember which for the life of me. “They’ll be here around noon. I’m leaving to meet them for lunch and to hang out with them. I thought we’d go out to eat around six; you can meet us there.” I’m not sure which is better. To go out where other people are around and there’s less pressure, or if it’d be better here at my home where they can see me more as a regular person dating their daughter?
