Theo laughed, but it was not a genuine laugh. It was the kind that escapes when no other response is left.
"A while," he repeated. "You're sitting here telling me you love someone, in front of my grandparents, in front of me, and all you have to say for yourself is a while?!"
"I wasn't aware I owed you a timeline," Diana said.
"Diana." His jaw tightened. "We have known each other since we were seven years old."
"I'm aware of that."
"Seven years old." His voice climbed a step. "And you're telling me that all of it, everything between us, you just... decided it was over, and you didn't even think to say something to me first?!"
Diana's face changed a little. "Huh...?"
"Theo," she said, "I think what you mean to ask is why I didn't wait any longer. Which is a different question."
"I'm asking why you didn't talk to me!"
"Because you never talked to me!" Diana said.
The table went completely still.
Theo stared at her.
