You're Always You

Chapter Fifty-One

David Minett

Somewhat unsurprisingly, telling Lydia about the whole alternate reality thing didn't make David feel any better. Because, as expected, she didn't believe him. She humored him, but he could hear in her voice that she was thinking he was just a weirdo that knew a creepy amount of information about her.

But, he was also fairly harmless, so she hadn't flipped out.

There was that, at least.

But, if anything, telling her, spilling it, just felt like an exercise in futility.

Well. It didn't really matter if she believed him or not, he supposed. Now she knew his motivations, why he knew what he did, why he acted the way he did. Whether she believed it or not, that was his reasoning. He believed it, and at the very least she would have to suspend hers to come to an understanding.

It would do.

Though the rest of the evening was spent mostly in silence, Lydia asked curious questions, seemingly trying to trip him up, here and there. David was ready and eager to disappoint, his responses too sound for her to find fault with.

At some point she just accepted it, mainly because David had to go to work. Still. He knew she would be back with plenty more provocative questions when he returned, so...he didn't feel like it was much of a reprieve.

He was glad, however, that he wouldn't be working at the club much longer. It would only be a matter of time before Dickie figured out he was involved, given he was Monica's brother. David was confident that he'd have a new occupation by the end of the week, though, so there was that.

Sometimes some of the girls would discreetly come up and ask how she was doing, mostly Sam and Sasha, and David tried to be reassuring in his own discretion. They all knew the danger of being overheard by the wrong person. Above all, however, David made sure never to tell them where Lydia was, not even that she was staying with him. Only that she was just fine, and that they didn't need to worry too hard.

When Dave got home, he wasn't surprised that Lydia had left the lights on, but he was surprised that she wasn't...using them. She wasn't waiting for him the living room, which immediately drew his eye to check the bathroom door, except that was open and the lights were off.

....

The man put his keys away and moved towards the bedroom, both to grab his pajamas and to check if Lydie had gone to bed already. He was somewhat startled when the door opened halfway there, and she stood in it with a troubled expression.

"Did I wake you?" David questioned, snorting softly. "I'm sorry."

She shook her head. "No, I was up. I just heard you come home, I...." She trailed off, glancing at the floor and biting her lip.

....

"....Something wrong?" he asked, stepping towards her and wrapping his arms around her waist.

Lydia snorted and shook her head, hugging him back and leaning her head on his shoulder. "No, everything's....Everything's just fine," she assured him, smiling softly. "I just wanted to ask...." She picked up her head to look at him, and said, "....Did you wanna come to bed?"

....

"....What?" he responded, confused. He'd gotten used to the couch, to be perfectly honest, and even though they were kissing now and he had told her she was his wife in his eyes, they weren't...on same bed terms. So, he assumed she meant that they should switch, because she'd asked that before.

"It's your bed, David," she told him, which started to prove him right. "I don't want to keep you from it anymore." He opened his mouth to protest, but she insisted, "Come to bed, Davie."