The only way Dory would require a bigger office was if he ever got a promotion, which couldn't happen while Hatchitt was his boss. He thought to point out that very same fact but just as soon realized how inconsequential it was to this conversation. Winnie was only saying he needed a larger office because she didn't want one of her own. Or, if she did, she didn't want one of her own in a house shared with him.
Winnie didn't want anything more with him, that much was glaringly obvious.
Dory didn't look at her as he drained his glass and stood to pour another. No, they couldn't carry on like this forever, but what else was there? Wasn't his suggestion — a bigger space with separate personal spaces — the type of next step that made sense for them both? It wasn't marriage, wasn't a ring or expectations, or anything else. It was exactly what they had now, with her leaving the slums. What was so wrong with that idea?
"You're right. It can't." He replied from his spot across the room. Dory had already tried to offer his suggestion and had failed spectacularly, now it was her turn.
Winnie didn't want anything more with him, that much was glaringly obvious.
Dory didn't look at her as he drained his glass and stood to pour another. No, they couldn't carry on like this forever, but what else was there? Wasn't his suggestion — a bigger space with separate personal spaces — the type of next step that made sense for them both? It wasn't marriage, wasn't a ring or expectations, or anything else. It was exactly what they had now, with her leaving the slums. What was so wrong with that idea?
"You're right. It can't." He replied from his spot across the room. Dory had already tried to offer his suggestion and had failed spectacularly, now it was her turn.