Page 52 of The Things That Hold Us

No Charlie. We aren't going to think like that.

“Just eat your food.” I point to his plate, and he just laughs some more, but listens.

Pudding finally decides to join us, only to beg for food, so I get up and fill his bowl with the food I got him.

“I know this isn't as good as what you're smelling, but I promise it’s better for you.”

I set his bowl down, then sit back down and find Logan watching me.

“What?” I ask him.

“You're talking to the dog.”

“Yes, I am. He’s a good listener.”

“Is that why you got him?’

“Maybe. He doesn't back talk or complain.”

He shakes his head and laughs at me under his breath while he takes a bite.

We finish the rest of the meal, and sit across from each other kind of awkwardly.

Now what?

He stands, grabbing our plates, and takes them to the sink to wash.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. Really. I’ll just rinse them and throw them in the dishwasher later.”

“I don't mind. I like to keep my hands busy.”

His hands.

I unintentionally look down at his hand as they wash our plates.

They are massive, and veiny.

And I havegotto get these thoughts under control.

“Ok. Thanks.” I say, and walk into the living room bringing the wine bottle and glasses with me.

A minute later, Logan is behind me.

He sits in the chair across from my couch, and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Charlie?” He says my name like a question.

“Yes?”

“Is this awkward for you?”

I blush, “Is what awkward?”

He sits back, “Me being here.”

I shake my head. “No. No it’s not. I’m sorry, I’m just in my head and keep getting distracted.'' I say, and hope he doesn't askwhy.Quickly, I add, “I did tell you I’m not good at having company over.”

“That's fair. You did say that. I can go, it’s getting late anyways.”

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