It was hard for Zoe, as someone that practiced emotional attachment, to feel sorry for it. She never wished anyone dead, but the dramatics that unfolded before her were uncomfortable and unnecessary and since she didn't really know the person, it only felt like a new obstacle. Then again, whenever a family member had died, they'd all just bottled it up and had a lot of wine. The Katsaros family wasn't one for dramatics - they were mannequins, by comparison.
The realization that her feelings weren't important in this scenario dawned on her slowly and she stifled a need to sigh over all of this. She didn't want someone hung up on another person, and all the progress it felt like they'd made, getting close, getting to know one another.. it felt like it vanished in an instant as she came face-to-face with a brick wall. There was no getting past this, not right now, especially not since this man was in town now and dredging it all up. If Jo thought his feelings on the matter were going to stop the deal between their fathers, he was sorely mistaken, and he would simply make it complicated.
Zoe didn't have the time for someone to make her remaining last few months complicated.
She pushed herself to her feet, set her wine glass down, and crossed the room to grab her bag. The ginger-haired girl had no idea what to really say in a situation like this - empathy wasn't her strong suit and there was no way she would be able to make this situation better. She had to assume, unfortunately, that her presence would just make it all worse. It would have been better if she'd known before this blew up in their face, known to expect it to blow up, known that her efforts to get close to him weren't in vain.
"Sorry, I should have just left after all, I guess. I didn't know this was.." She stopped mid-sentence, as she realized she didn't know what to say now. There was no point trying. She picked the bag up and slid it over her shoulder, adjusting it and reaching to place a hand on the door that still stood ajar in the wake of Jo's exit.
"Let me know when you've got things sorted out."
And she was through the door and down the hall before he could speak, if he even wanted to. An annoying realization struck her as she made her way out of the apartment building - she felt bothered. Not quite upset, but a sneaking, cold stone in the pit of her stomach that made her uncomfortable. By what, exactly, she wasn't sure but she knew going home would only give her time to think too much about it.
Her phone was in her hand in seconds and she simply punched out a new number, another person, another place to occupy her time.
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