And then I called Wash

After R left, I called Wash, who called right back. I shared, we talked. As we discussed, I started to think about magic, about the idea our (growing) attachment to one another was at the center of all this. Married or not, I want to spend time with him. I really care about him--and I am willing to make changes to have that in my life and not be a liar to make it work. (Of course, I also do not want to lose R, so we will have to see where this goes.)