“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” Thom said.
He handed Sophie a glass of wine and sat in the armchair opposite her.
“I wasn’t going to but I can’t be a spoiled brat forever. Besides, you’re just as stubborn as I am so if I didn’t come, we would be butting heads forever,” Sophie said.
Thom swirled the whisky glass in his hand, thoughtfully. The ice rattled against the glass, breaking the silence that fell around them. He had called Sophie over to try and clear the air but now that she was there, he had no idea where to begin.
“How have you been?” Sophie asked.
“Good,” he lied. “You?”
Sophie laughed then took a sip of her drink. “Why are we lying to ourselves? We’ve both been depressed as s**t. Gully told me how you’ve been refusing to leave the house.”
He placed his glass on the tab
