Not yet - he needs some time.

In most circumstances, my lower head might have automatically taken over the thinking for me, but looking at Talia's tear-stained eyes gave me pause.

"So... what did you tell them?" Elizabeth asked after another sip of her tea, looking meaningfully at me across the café table. Although she insisted that meeting her at the high school was fine, I decided to meet her at the nearby bistro for professionalism's sake.

"I said that we needed to think it all over when our heads were cleared," I mumbled between bites of sandwich. "Talia was in such a **** state, I didn't want her to do anything reckless. So she rested at our place before I took her home to her apartment."

"And that was that, I take it." Sighing, Elizabeth tapped the side of her head in thought, before playfully nudging me in the arm. "...I'm almost surprised nothing more happened between the two or three of you."

"Amy joked as much after I sent Talia back," I confessed with a grin. "...Though immediately after she said that, she remarked that what she really wanted to do was go over to Rachel's place and kick her ass. If Amy wasn't wheelchair-bound, she probably would have."

"So... now that your head is clear," continued Elizabeth, leaning over towards me, deadly serious. "What do you think we should do about Talia?"