I stood outside Mateo's door, wanting to talk to Crew about his fight with Jill but not sure how to bring it up. He'd been stonily silent on the elevator ride, withdrawn and so far past stoic and into impenetrable fortress I hadn't known what to say or even if I should remind him I was there. Instead, I hugged myself and tried not to let the misery of watching my friend and my boyfriend lose their trust for each other over something I hadn't even been allowed to witness thanks to two people who really needed to take a flying leap off a cliff and splat to an unhappy end at the bottom.
Gruesome? You betcha. Well deserved, thank you very much. I was, after all, the queen of dead bodies, right?
Crew knocked firmly on Mateo's door. When I say firmly, I mean hard enough to make the lock rattle. Yup, he was definitely in a state and I chose to err on the side of staying out of the way as the entry swung open and a partially undressed and rather mussed Mateo answered.