One month after Alaska and they found themselves in Las Vegas on business. Everything was normal, whatever that is. He would call or txt after hours from his room about whatever was happening. She txted or talked back from her room (sometimes in the nude). They stayed an extra day, at his suggestion. People would see them together and as usual, assume they were a couple. They had a good time together, they always do. Nothing was mentioned between them about the “event” in Alaska. They don’t talk about it. At All. She decided they should be able to talk about it. She wanted them to be able to laugh about it. Hiding in an elevator is funny. Everything is okay. She decided she would share what her therapist said about that night with him. He would benefit from learning about why it happened and they would be able to laugh about it.
They had dinner together on the last night in Las Vegas. She took that opportunity to try to talk about what happened on the last night of their previous trip. She shared what her therapist said. It took guts, he wasn’t in a communicative mood. It was awkward. But she told him anyways and he just stared, like a deer caught in headlights. “Nothing?” she said. He laughed and said, “I don’t know what to say?” He’s not used to this level of communication and neither is she, but she was determined to push past the surface with him. He is definitely deep, as he has shown, and she is not going to stay in the surface now that she has seen what’s beneath. They talk about it a little bit more then move on to work subjects. As she walked back to her room she wondered of he’s really if he would think about it or if he’s really just a total ass. She wasn’t sure at this point.
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