Prompt: #30, Denial
Warnings: None besides the fandom.
Summary: As seasons change, day and night stand in uneasy balance.
Spoilers: Spoilers for S1.
Word Count: A hundred words.
The hand lighting the cigarette wasn't steady. The voice was. "I'm not stupid, Dexter."
"I said I'm not stupid."
"Of course you aren't. Geez, Debra, where did that come from?"
"I know about you and Rudy. What you fucking meant for each other."
"What? What do you mean?"
"Nothing. Never mind."
"No, wait. Are you saying Rudy and I were, I don't know, lovers or something? Because that'd be gross. He was you boyfriend and a serial killer. Not that we knew that, but -"
"I said never mind."
Debra threw the cigarette to the floor and walked away.