[jill langston]
The island was trying to give him a fucking heart attack, he just knew it.
Things had been so fucking simple lately. He had the IPD, he had patrolling, he had comics on the bookshelf and he had Anita. it was all good. It was comfortable, it was cozy, and despite the circumstances, it'd been all pretty uncomplicated. Sure, he kinda thought things were starting to get pretty heavy with Anita, but even guys knew that relationships got deeper, so there was nothing new there.
The rings though, those were more than fucking complicated.
It didn't take an idiot to know a engagment set when he saw it. He'd been there, done that, he knew the routine. But finding a boc and those rings in them, and knowing that people had been finding gifts, it was like some kind of 'Fuck You and grow Up' life lesson from the island he didn't want yet. it was too soon. Way too fuckign soon. Sure, he'd known Anita almost a year, sure, he'd been dating her since August, and yes, he might even love her. Might being a lax term, and they hadn't really said it to eachother yet, but what the fuck, sure, he loved her.
But did he want to marry her?
That was a fucking huge step. Marriage, he'd tried that once, too soon, wrong bitch to try it with, it barely lasted, hell, it hardly existed. He still had his own ring as a reminder of that. But now he had two really fucking gorgeous rings that'd probably cost more what he made in six months back home, and an island that played mind games, and how was he to know the island wasn't fucking with him and wanted him to ask and it all go to pieces again?
He had no idea, and the only thing he could think of that might help was banging on Jill's door, as he was demonstrating. He wasn't sure if that'd help any, but Jill was a fuckign smart woman, and a a woman at that, so maybe she had somekind of super secret female insight he could tap into and figure out what the hell was going on and what he should do about it.
Things had been so fucking simple lately. He had the IPD, he had patrolling, he had comics on the bookshelf and he had Anita. it was all good. It was comfortable, it was cozy, and despite the circumstances, it'd been all pretty uncomplicated. Sure, he kinda thought things were starting to get pretty heavy with Anita, but even guys knew that relationships got deeper, so there was nothing new there.
The rings though, those were more than fucking complicated.
It didn't take an idiot to know a engagment set when he saw it. He'd been there, done that, he knew the routine. But finding a boc and those rings in them, and knowing that people had been finding gifts, it was like some kind of 'Fuck You and grow Up' life lesson from the island he didn't want yet. it was too soon. Way too fuckign soon. Sure, he'd known Anita almost a year, sure, he'd been dating her since August, and yes, he might even love her. Might being a lax term, and they hadn't really said it to eachother yet, but what the fuck, sure, he loved her.
But did he want to marry her?
That was a fucking huge step. Marriage, he'd tried that once, too soon, wrong bitch to try it with, it barely lasted, hell, it hardly existed. He still had his own ring as a reminder of that. But now he had two really fucking gorgeous rings that'd probably cost more what he made in six months back home, and an island that played mind games, and how was he to know the island wasn't fucking with him and wanted him to ask and it all go to pieces again?
He had no idea, and the only thing he could think of that might help was banging on Jill's door, as he was demonstrating. He wasn't sure if that'd help any, but Jill was a fuckign smart woman, and a a woman at that, so maybe she had somekind of super secret female insight he could tap into and figure out what the hell was going on and what he should do about it.