Late it may be, but she's as good as her word, sitting in their mostly dark room with one ear bud in and going over a list of their inventory. She has a glass of water waiting on the bedside table for him, and as soon as he comes in she clicks off her iPod and puts it aside along with her notepad, then reclines on the bed in a way that invites him to snuggle close if he wants, but certainly makes no demand.
She doesn't speak just yet, because sometimes there's nothing to say and maybe this is one of tbose times. If he wants to talk, she'll listen; if not, she gets it.
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switching to prose for sanity
Date: 2017-06-23 03:19 am (UTC)She doesn't speak just yet, because sometimes there's nothing to say and maybe this is one of tbose times. If he wants to talk, she'll listen; if not, she gets it.