There are very few things that would make this situation even better.

"I don't think I can eat any more ice cream, Veronica. Stop trying to spoon feed me yours," I said laughing and swallowing hard at the last spoonful she had given me.

It wasn't my fault she couldn't eat her full second bowl that she took. I had mine just fine, but that's all I had really intended to have. There was a reason I hadn't had thirds and definitely a reason why Veronica had started spooning me off the rest of her cherry garcia and butter pecan ice cream. She had obviously had too much, but it wasn't as if I was supposed to solve that problem by letting my innards explode or dying from the sugar coma this was all bound to put me in.

I wiped at my mouth with a sleeve and shook my head firmly when she offered another spoonful with a rather too-innocent look for that devious mind everyone knew she had. "I know I said that I was at your disposal tonight, V, but unless you really want to dispose my body after all this you're not going to feed me the rest of your bowl."

I have to say that this wasn't exactly how I thought this night would turn out - Considering the beginning of the evening was a brief sob fest. A sob fest that had quickly dissolved into the two of us drowning ourselves in comfort food and really bad movies. It was well before the credits started to roll on Eurotrip when she forced her ice cream bowl onto me. I'm pretty sure that she hadn't expected to go have a movie marathon today let alone with me.

Needless to say, the last few months have only been a little awkward - which I'm sure, only now, will get even more awkward. We were both conveniently distracting each other from everything else that was occurring: the issue of the fact that I was practically a criminal and still being accused of Felix's murder, the fact that Meg was pregnant, and the fact that Duncan was the father of said child - not to mention all the problems we already had to deal with.

Oh, I almost forgot. There's also the issue that I'm pretty sure Veronica's still hiding that she's entirely brokenhearted over this situation. She really was in love with Duncan.

To say that it stung a bit would be a vast understatement. So, half of me wants to really beat him up and the other half keeps thinking that I should be there for my best friend and not my ex girlfriend. It'd make sense that way, except Duncan seems to have a problem with admitting anything to me lately. You know, even the small things. Would it kill him to admit that he's having a hard time or that he messed up big time. No, instead, I had to hear it all from Veronica. Including that they weren't even dating anymore.

If I said that the idea of taking advantage of Veronica in this vulnerable situation wasn't appealing then I would be lying - and I'd be an illogical liar at that. Guy brain works simply in a way of want, take, have. Yes, the ID rules all men.

But the funny thing? In this instance I wouldn't really do anything to her beyond the small flirtatious comments. I guess some things are more important. Besides, Veronica leaning on my shoulder right now was pretty much good enough for me.

I flicked off the power on the TV and glanced towards her again. The offering spoon was still there - ready if I opened my mouth again. I rolled my eyes towards her.

Correction: Besides, Veronica leaning on my shoulder and spoon feeding me was pretty much good enough for me.