"I'll have what he's having." Nadeline replied to the waiter, putting her menu down. Now that they were alone, she wasn't quite sure what to talk about. Still, she wasn't about to spend the night in silence. She wasn't going to talk about anything too serious, either; who knew when it would be the next time that they would get a chance like this? "I think Father likes you." She told Wesley, lightly spinning the table knife in her hand. "It's been a while since we were all laughing like we did. I know it's...not quite appropriate, considering the situation, but I think we all deserved it. Wouldn't you agree?"
Damn, he didn't think she'd bring it up so quickly. No, no, it needed to be discussed. They were both mature adults that could probably discuss this maturely. Probably. "Why are you so nervous about it?" Grant found himself asking rather curiously. Wait, why didn't he answer the question? He didn't know if it was the alcohol or his new-found courage (though it was probably a mixture of both). He needed to answer her. "I mean I'm flattered. And surprised. Really surprised. Shocked. Though I don't quite understand." And now he was ranting. That much was the alcohol. He probably should have eaten. "Because I was more than sure that you and everyone else despised my guts."
Damn, he didn't think she'd bring it up so quickly. No, no, it needed to be discussed. They were both mature adults that could probably discuss this maturely. Probably. "Why are you so nervous about it?" Grant found himself asking rather curiously. Wait, why didn't he answer the question? He didn't know if it was the alcohol or his new-found courage (though it was probably a mixture of both). He needed to answer her. "I mean I'm flattered. And surprised. Really surprised. Shocked. Though I don't quite understand." And now he was ranting. That much was the alcohol. He probably should have eaten. "Because I was more than sure that you and everyone else despised my guts."