He's not sure and that's pretty much the biggest problem--okay, no, the biggest problem is that she's here and he doesn't know what the hell to do about it--but Coop knows that if he leaves right now to go home alone, he's going to be up all night thinking about what Sylvie might have had to say. The way she'd said his name when she'd first seen him keeps ringing through his mind--Shea, Shea, nobody he knows anymore even calls him that aside from his mom, and it's so fucking bizarre that this is happening, he feels like he's in the Twilight Zone.
She reaches for the Château-Grillet and he can't answer her because his words catch in his throat, so he just takes the bottle from her hands and turns on his heels to head back to his cart. He pauses once he's at the end of the aisle, beckoning her with a nod as he sets the bottle in the cart and clears his throat. "Allons-y," he says, and it makes him frown as he turns to head toward the register because he'll use French once in awhile to say things he doesn't want people to understand or to flirt with men or women because French always seems to impress people; but this is different, this is his mind falling back into the habit of using the language for her, and he's not sure that he likes that because he doesn't know what it might lead to.
He doesn't say another word until the groceries are bagged and they're out the door, but he finally turns back to her once they reach his car. He doesn't bother to ask if she'd driven here because he's already pretty certain that she hadn't, but he studies her for a moment before unlocking the doors, setting the groceries down, and opening the passenger side for her. Always the gentleman, that's what his mom would have said, and he learned it from watching his dad. He swallows hard as he thinks about the advice they'd give him if he were to call them up right now. His mom would gently urge him to listen to what Sylvie has to say, would tell him that she knows Sylvie had broken his heart but she's back now for a reason, and doesn't he deserve to know what that reason is? His dad, on the other hand, wouldn't be as forgiving, but Coop guesses that it doesn't matter because he's not about to call them right now for some tips on how to deal with an ex-fiance. Maybe later.
"I'm trying really hard to keep an open mind," he tells her as he climbs into the drivers' seat and starts the ignition. "You know me--" He pauses, wincing because she had known him, but he wonders if she can still read him as well as she'd been able to once. "Anyway, I'll listen to what you have to say, but you can't expect anything out of me. That's the deal here, all right?"
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She reaches for the Château-Grillet and he can't answer her because his words catch in his throat, so he just takes the bottle from her hands and turns on his heels to head back to his cart. He pauses once he's at the end of the aisle, beckoning her with a nod as he sets the bottle in the cart and clears his throat. "Allons-y," he says, and it makes him frown as he turns to head toward the register because he'll use French once in awhile to say things he doesn't want people to understand or to flirt with men or women because French always seems to impress people; but this is different, this is his mind falling back into the habit of using the language for her, and he's not sure that he likes that because he doesn't know what it might lead to.
He doesn't say another word until the groceries are bagged and they're out the door, but he finally turns back to her once they reach his car. He doesn't bother to ask if she'd driven here because he's already pretty certain that she hadn't, but he studies her for a moment before unlocking the doors, setting the groceries down, and opening the passenger side for her. Always the gentleman, that's what his mom would have said, and he learned it from watching his dad. He swallows hard as he thinks about the advice they'd give him if he were to call them up right now. His mom would gently urge him to listen to what Sylvie has to say, would tell him that she knows Sylvie had broken his heart but she's back now for a reason, and doesn't he deserve to know what that reason is? His dad, on the other hand, wouldn't be as forgiving, but Coop guesses that it doesn't matter because he's not about to call them right now for some tips on how to deal with an ex-fiance. Maybe later.
"I'm trying really hard to keep an open mind," he tells her as he climbs into the drivers' seat and starts the ignition. "You know me--" He pauses, wincing because she had known him, but he wonders if she can still read him as well as she'd been able to once. "Anyway, I'll listen to what you have to say, but you can't expect anything out of me. That's the deal here, all right?"