They reclined on the bed as the movie played on the screen “Gah. I have to say, in this case, you are so lucky.” He moaned jokingly, “I would love to be able to really enjoy this movie for the first time again.”
“Mm. Enjoy. If you say so.” She pulled a slightly sour face.
“What? You don’t like it?” He teased, nudging her with his shoulder.
“Hm. Not my taste. But I’m glad you are enjoying yourself,” She laughed.
“Well, I knew it was a long shot. You never really liked this movie, but I was hoping I might be able to convince you otherwise so the teasing would stop.”
They returned to watching the movie in silence for another few minutes before Kayla turned to face him again. “So–tell me again. Who are you?”
She scoffed a little, “Yes, I remember you telling me that, but in relation to me, who are you?”
“I’m a friend.”
Kayla waited for more, but it didn’t seem to be coming. “Really? That’s all you’ve got for me? You’re a friend?”
“Well, what else do you want to know?”
“Well, How long have we been friends?”
“A couple of years.”
“How’d we meet? Through work or something?”
Nathan let out a bark of a laugh that made Kayla jump a little bit. “No-no. You and I would not work well together. At all. Even a little bit.”
“Well,” Kayla was watching him closely now, “What do you do then?”
Nathan looked immediately more guarded than she’d seen him look in her entire, to be fair short, memory. “I–Nothing. Well, it’s not important. It’s hard to explain.”
“Is it not important or is it hard to explain?”
“It’s both. So not important that it’s not worth the effort to try to explain. Now, hush,” He looked pointedly back at the television screen, and with a small hmph, Kayla turned back to watch James Bond as well. Until she let out a gasp. “What? What’s wrong? What happened?” He turned to look at her so fast, she thought his neck would probably hurt from the aftermath.
“You’re a spy!” She exclaimed, a grin on her face.
“I’m sorry?” He replied, understandably confused.
“You’re a spy. That’s why you love James Bond so much and why you won’t explain what you do for a living, and why I used to tease you about having a James Bond movie as your favorite. I’ve figured it out so you can just come clean and we can move on to a better understanding of each other in our friendship.”
Nathan’s laugh came slowly, recovering from the concern of Kayla’s gasp and the shock of her ‘realization.’ The smile started at the corner of his mouth and grew slowly across his face until he was truly laughing. “No, I’m not a spy.”
“You know, you’re not really helping with this whole building trust during my fragile mental state if you insist on lying to me.” Kayla sighed with mock seriousness.
“If I were lying to you, that would be true. But, I’m not a spy, so wouldn’t I be destroying the trust to tell you I was?”
Kayla sat up a little straighter against the headboard and considered Nathan carefully through narrowed eyes. “You’re not a spy?”
“I’m not a spy.” He replied calmly.
Kayla smiled a hint of a smile that wasn’t quite hers, a mix of something between who she couldn’t remember who she was and who she was slowly becoming, that Nathan couldn’t quite properly place. But then it was gone, and she sighed. “Fine. You’re not a spy.”
“Thank you.” They watched each other for a second longer, and then Kayla turned back to the movie, and Nathan followed suit.
A second later, so quietly Nathan wasn’t entirely sure that she wanted to be heard, Kayla said his name.
“Hmm?” He responded, not looking away from the screen.
“We’re not just friends, are we?” She asked barely above a whisper. He turned to look at her, but she didn’t look at him. And in the long moments of silence that followed, Nathan genuinely had no idea what to say.