"It's complicated," he answers, offering her a small smile because it's a lame as hell thing to say and he knows it, but it's also the truth. "And you know know me, I don't like when things complicated."
Simplicity, that's what he enjoys because when things are simple, people don't get hurt. It's easier to tell someone upfront that he's not into relationships that go beyond bedroom--or otherwise--activities, that he's never going to be in it for the long haul and to be fair, never say never, but it's been years since Sylvie had left and Coop still isn't interested in finding more with someone else. The ship has sailed, at least that what he keeps telling himself. There are plenty of fishes in the sea and all that jazzed up bullshit, sure, but Coop's got a big net. It doesn't really seem to make sense to just find the one fish because really, how long could it possibly last?
Painless, that's what how he wants to stay, and it's getting progressively harder every fucking day with Sylvie being back in town. Besides that, there's Owen, and Coop doesn't even really want to start going down that path right now because there's too much history between them and talk about complicated. They're best friends, that's what Owen wants to be and that's the way that should stay, nothing else matters. Coop isn't pining, it's not an actual problem, but if there was ever just going to be one fish then...
He shakes his head to clear his thoughts, taking a sip of his lemonade before turning his head to look at Raleigh again. He can either tell her the footnotes version or not tell her at all, and he's not sure which is the right decision because part of it is Sylvie's life, Sylvie's choices, and it's not his story to tell. But he can tell his side, there's no real harm in that. "I didn't tell her I was a witch until the night I proposed. We had friends over for dinner, it was this big thing, we popped open a bottle of champagne after we said yes. But then they left, and I had to tell the truth, you know? I had to. She was surprised, to say the least, but I didn't think-- I don't know. I didn't think it would make her fucking leave, not after everything."
He has a slightly better idea of why she'd done it now, though hearing that she'd had a less than positive experience with witches in the past hadn't exactly given him any relief. Coop doesn't know the whole story yet, he's maybe been a little afraid to ask; but he guesses that it's better than thinking that she'd suddenly just decided she didn't love him enough to marry him anymore. He'd had no choice but to believe that all this time.
"Anyway, I'm trying. We both are, and I don't know what's going to happen but if she's going to be here, I just have to accept that."
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Simplicity, that's what he enjoys because when things are simple, people don't get hurt. It's easier to tell someone upfront that he's not into relationships that go beyond bedroom--or otherwise--activities, that he's never going to be in it for the long haul and to be fair, never say never, but it's been years since Sylvie had left and Coop still isn't interested in finding more with someone else. The ship has sailed, at least that what he keeps telling himself. There are plenty of fishes in the sea and all that jazzed up bullshit, sure, but Coop's got a big net. It doesn't really seem to make sense to just find the one fish because really, how long could it possibly last?
Painless, that's what how he wants to stay, and it's getting progressively harder every fucking day with Sylvie being back in town. Besides that, there's Owen, and Coop doesn't even really want to start going down that path right now because there's too much history between them and talk about complicated. They're best friends, that's what Owen wants to be and that's the way that should stay, nothing else matters. Coop isn't pining, it's not an actual problem, but if there was ever just going to be one fish then...
He shakes his head to clear his thoughts, taking a sip of his lemonade before turning his head to look at Raleigh again. He can either tell her the footnotes version or not tell her at all, and he's not sure which is the right decision because part of it is Sylvie's life, Sylvie's choices, and it's not his story to tell. But he can tell his side, there's no real harm in that. "I didn't tell her I was a witch until the night I proposed. We had friends over for dinner, it was this big thing, we popped open a bottle of champagne after we said yes. But then they left, and I had to tell the truth, you know? I had to. She was surprised, to say the least, but I didn't think-- I don't know. I didn't think it would make her fucking leave, not after everything."
He has a slightly better idea of why she'd done it now, though hearing that she'd had a less than positive experience with witches in the past hadn't exactly given him any relief. Coop doesn't know the whole story yet, he's maybe been a little afraid to ask; but he guesses that it's better than thinking that she'd suddenly just decided she didn't love him enough to marry him anymore. He'd had no choice but to believe that all this time.
"Anyway, I'm trying. We both are, and I don't know what's going to happen but if she's going to be here, I just have to accept that."