( the only time it's ever really been the two of them had been back in the kitchen when she'd happened upon him making tea — and when he thinks about it, even if it hasn't been so long, it feels like it. maybe he's been a little more wanting for her sole attention than he'd been previously aware of, and when he does acknowledge such a simple thing, it's going to smack him right in the face like the proverbial ton of bricks.
or a hammer to the chest, whichever is more inconvenient for him at the time.
she agrees that tea would be a good idea, and he gives her a small nod in return as he goes about pouring another cup while she settles herself; the silence stretching comfortably between them before she finally thinks to ask her question. it's an innocuous one, to be sure, one that could leave pretty much anything and everything open-ended and he ponders how he should answer her as he finally settles in the space beside, giving a low hum under his breath that could be contemplation … and it could be something else.
it's true that this isn't the closest they've been before, but it's also true that this is the closest they've been of their own volition; he's careful as he settles not to invade any of her space — unless she makes it known that she doesn't mind if he does — finally holding her tea out to her and resting his hands in his lap. )
We have, in some way or another. ( he begins, quiet and somber as ever. he gets the feeling there's going to be more to this than just a simple rehashing of how things have gone since she first arrived. ) For the better, I like to think.
you are far too good to me
or a hammer to the chest, whichever is more inconvenient for him at the time.
she agrees that tea would be a good idea, and he gives her a small nod in return as he goes about pouring another cup while she settles herself; the silence stretching comfortably between them before she finally thinks to ask her question. it's an innocuous one, to be sure, one that could leave pretty much anything and everything open-ended and he ponders how he should answer her as he finally settles in the space beside, giving a low hum under his breath that could be contemplation … and it could be something else.
it's true that this isn't the closest they've been before, but it's also true that this is the closest they've been of their own volition; he's careful as he settles not to invade any of her space — unless she makes it known that she doesn't mind if he does — finally holding her tea out to her and resting his hands in his lap. )
We have, in some way or another. ( he begins, quiet and somber as ever. he gets the feeling there's going to be more to this than just a simple rehashing of how things have gone since she first arrived. ) For the better, I like to think.