S2 79 Didn´t I remember to tell you?

 - That’s some thick crap, Iiro says after Oona tells him what happened.

– Do I look like a drug dealer to you? Like how prejudiced that person can be?! Oona says. – I feel like my value as a human being has kicked into dirt! I'm almost ready master of social psychology, damn it! I shouldn't face this kind of bashing!
– So they said it was some elderly neighbor? Iiro think it through. – Maybe they have prejudice on bike riding tattooed chick who wears in black leather?
– Great. Just what I needed, Oona huffs. – Thanks life. Kick into guts when you are already down.

– I’ve got enough attitude just because I got some ink showing, Iiro shrugs. – Sucks but it happens.
– What kind of attitude?
– I’ve been thought to be a jail bird - especially after my haircut. I've thought to be skin head, drug addict, member of some gang, you name it.
- How did it feel?
- You get used to it. I'm not starting to apologize how I look. They have a problem not me.
Oona takes a deep sigh and leans her head on to Iiro's shoulder.
- I guess you are right, she says. - But I need to solve this ASAP or everything that happens in that house will be pinned on me.
- I was just about to mention that. Have you called your landlord?
- Not yet. I'll see Venla in couple of days so I'll tell her face to face.
- Wait wait wait? Iiro blinks. - Venla is your landlady?!
- Yea. I moved into her apartment after I broke up with Tomas. Didn't I tell you about it?
Iiro is silent and just stares in the wall front of him.

Oona's gaze goes around Iiro's flat while he's in restroom. Her eyes stop at the nightstand and half empty pack of condoms. Oh. Right. She almost forgot the girlfriend.

A memory emerges from her mind. Iiro against her back, skin touching skin and that feeling of wanting. Oona wonders a brief moment what would have happened if she would have stayed then. What would it have felt like.

Disturbed by her thoughts she stands up and notices a painting that haven't been there before. On second glance it's clear it's Iiro's work. He has done painting of his sleeping girlfriend.

He has drawn you for weeks and weeks but not enough to paint your picture.

- You must really like her, Oona says when she hears Iiro coming back. Iiro stops, sees what she's looking at and doesn't reply right away.
- Yeah, she's great. He says sitting down.
- It's a good painting. I didn't know you paint too, Oona gives him credit.
- I sketched it while Taika was sleeping, Iiro says. - You know. There's a lot you don't know about...
- I get it, Oona nods. - It's your private life and I'm prying. I'm happy you are happy.
- Um. Thanks, Iiro says and looks uncomfortable.

- I think I should get going, Oona looks at the painting again. Old insecurities rise their head and she angrily pushes them back into corner of her mind.
- There's friends bachelorettes party coming and I should get ready. Thank you so much. You really lift my spirits.
- It's okay. Anytime, Iiro says, stands up and hugs her. It feels like she's saying final goodbyes now. Not just leaving. He doesn't want her to leave.
- You have become very important to me in these past months, Oona says and hugs him back. - I'm fortunate to have a friend like you.
- Likewise, Iiro sighs. - You have no idea how important you are to me.

So. Oona was single and free. How long? How damn long ago that happened? "Didn't I remember to tell you?" No, you didn't send me a damn memo.

Iiro feels annoyed and frustrated. Now when Oona was free and there clearly was something between them he wasn't free anymore. Is this karma paying back all the times he has ghosted without any note?

He wasn't going to ditch Taika for a slight chance. Oona played strings of his soul but Taika was real. The warm smiling and caring Taika. She didn't run away in the next moment. She was there and Iiro wanted to try. Oona... Fuck, he really needed to kill his feelings for her.