Timo was listening. After all, Megan came to his room.
But was he really really listening?
Yes, he could see it in her face. She was clearly upset. It was his fault. Evidently. He sat there at the edge of his new bed, thinking how hard the bed really was. He wanted to think of anything but her exact words. He couldn't bare for her to tell it again.
"I heard you the first time." He finally looked her in the eye. "You should get an abortion. Not have a second thought about it. I mean, that's what you want? Isn't it?" He could see it on her face. The truth. But he looked back down at his delicate fingers. Not a trace of dirt underneath them.
It would be a clean slate, if she let it.
She was too upset to say anything.
"Really, Meg, you gotta get your act together." Timo shrugged. What did he want her to do? Drive her there?
He knew he could call Derrick and tell him everything. But he wouldn't. Derrick was his friend, after all. Megan? Why had he ever wanted to know her, to begin with?