I12DT - Thank bloody god

[Connor Marshall]

"Yer dealin' with football players, luv. That's way too much thinking for 'em to do," Connor chuckled as he settled back on the couch.

[Isabel Galen]

"Ok, you're right there." Isabel said, sitting down on the far end of the couch.

[Connor Marshall]

He chuckled, giving her a little push as he reached for another beer. "Well, if there's something I know about, it's all matters big an' dumb," he said.

[Isabel Galen]

"Big, anyway." Isabel said.

[Connor Marshall]

"Nah, can't have a hooligan that can do smart things, luv. Against the rules, didn't you know that?" Connor joked.

[Isabel Galen]

"Yeah, I guess." Isabel said "I wish I was better at just not worrying if what I want is dumb."

[Connor Marshall]

"'Course not, luv. I mean, come on, who's going to tell you it's dumb, someone who doesn't want it? Sod 'em if they're going to judge you, they probably want something daft themselves."

[Isabel Galen]

"Yeah, I guess."

[Connor Marshall]

""All right, come on, out with it, luv. I can't tell you it's not daft if you won't tell me what it is."

[Isabel Galen]

"You've already told me its daft."

[Connor Marshall]

"Well then I can't tell you how you're misinterpreting that if you don't tell me what I said was daft," he countered.

[Isabel Galen]

"I'm talking about Will." Isabel replied

[Connor Marshall]

Connor sighed. "Oh come on, luv. You want someone ta love you. That's not daft. You want it to be someone special. That's not daft either."

[Isabel Galen]

"Thanks for finally understanding." Isabel said.

[Connor Marshall]

"When'd I ever say I didn't understand that?"

[Isabel Galen]

"You said that the entire thing was rubbish."

[Connor Marshall]

"Never said that part was rubbish," he said defensively, and (as he judged it) truthfully.

[Isabel Galen]

"Ok, ok." Isabel said "Can we just drop it? Please?"

[Connor Marshall]

Connor sighed, sliding over. "Leave it out, luv," he said, putting his arm around her. "Don't you get it? 'M not here to call you daft, 'm here ta help."

[Isabel Galen]

"And how are you going to do that?" Isabel asked "I can't have Will, and he'll all I'm ever going to want."

[Connor Marshall]

He sighed, pulling back. "Fine."

[Isabel Galen]

"Maybe I should go." Isabel said.

[Connor Marshall]

"Do what you're gonna do, luv," Connor said, just sounding exasperated, and maybe a little tired.

[Isabel Galen]

Isabel flopped back onto the couch, moodily watching the game.

[Connor Marshall]

Connor just rolled his eyes and settled back to enjoy the game despite the delusional girl next to him.