“I made it anyways.”
She adjusted her mask, turning it so it hung off one side of her head. She was glowering at me. “Why didn’t you listen when I told you to fuck off?”
“Because I’m your friend.”?
Two ways I could interpret that question. “Don’t worry about it. Look, the hamburgers will be ready soon…” I trailed off.
I suppose it could be read as going all the way back to Insinuation, and various “fuck off”s from there on.
I like how we’re treated to Taylor actually attempting to employ the tactic she just mentioned a couple paragraphs back, in order to illustrate Taylor feeling the need to escape the dual question without actually saying it. Chekhov’s social escape tactic.
An awkward silence reigned. I turned to head downstairs.
“What do you want for this?”
It took us a while to get here, but I think I can finally accept this relationship as a shaky friendship rather than hostility and denial.