“You know you can bring friends over to the house, if you like.”
“Okay…” He drew out the word, looking suspiciously at me.
“I just want you to be comfortable here, is all.”
He frowned. “I see.” I hoped he didn’t, not really.
I ploughed on. “And don’t feel you have to stay with me in this house forever, either.” Thorn scowled, and I hastened on, “What I mean is, once you have some money saved, you might decide it’s time to move out or travel to a different town. Or you might meet some guy, and I don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything, because you don’t.” There. I’d said it.
“Are you f*****g throwing me out already?” There was that temper, which, strangely enough, I’d missed.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. I’m saying there are no strings attached, no expectations.
