Episode Fifty-Four: But I Do

"What?" She asked innocently, clutching a stack of Soap Opera Digests to her chest.

"Nothing," Bowie replied and smiled as he looked down at a bunch of confusing figures. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen you voluntarily stay late before, first time for everything I guess,"

She carried the empty box over to him. "The first time is always the best,"

Bowie tried to concentrate on calculating and not on the double meaning behind what she had just said. Lila leaned over and pushed at a lock of his hair, Bowie stared at her questioningly. "It wasn’t doing the normal sticky up thing that it normally does; it’s fixed now. Do you know what happened this morning? Jess forbid me from brushing his hair, wanted to look exactly like you."

"Yeah," Bowie became thoughtful for a second. "Well, he’ll be glad soon enough that he doesn’t have these genes, they haven’t done much for me."

"I wish-"

Bowie put up his hand. "I’m not hearing this again, one minute you’re saying you wish I was really his dad and the next you, you, - I can’t understand how I’m good enough for your son and not for you. I’m just; I’m done..."

"But it’s simple now, right? I mean now that you realize you’re not in love with me, we can be friends now, and sometimes more, if you wanted," Lila countered.

His hand ran through his hair and then he swiped at his crystal blue eyes. "It’s simple." Bowie laughed. "You, you’re so damn self-absorbed Lilac, sometimes I wonder how you manage to leave enough oxygen for the rest of us to breathe."

Episode Fifty-Five: Walk On