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“Are you okay?”
Alexis is poised against the wooden frame of the motel, a beer hanging loose from her fingertips. The very picture of togetherness, even though Patrick knows that it’s largely a lie.
“I should have told him… I know I should have. I just… didn’t think it would hurt him this much.”
“Yeah, well, David hasn’t had the best luck with people in the past. Like, at all. I mean, a lot of liars.”
The word stings, but it fits, even if he wouldn’t have used it to describe himself an hour ago. Lies by omission hurt just as much, Patrick, his mom used to say. Back when the lie was a bad report card and not a whole past life.
“Do you think he’ll ever forgive me?”
Alexis shrugs, and the gesture makes her outfit sparkle in a way that reminds him of David. Confusingly sartorial.
“David has this annoying habit of forgiving when he shouldn’t.”
Another sting.
“But in this case, I think he should. You’re good for him, Patrick. I really hope that you guys can work this out.