// somebody told me that there's two sides to this life //
Setting her bag down on a stack of wood where it wouldn't get wet, Maea wordlessly joined him in the work. She too thought better when her hands were occupied - and it allowed for an outlet should frustration start to mount. So far it did not. He made a good point, and she had to search herself for the points of contention that truly bothered her the most.
"Then... let me ask you this. Do you want me to stay here? Do you care whether I am comfortable and can take pride in my home? That is something I want for you. " She wished she had a pre-packaged answer for him, but she didn't. The compromise here would probably consist at least in part of her looking away from things she disapproved of... the question was how much Asta was willing to inconvenience himself. If at all.
"Then... let me ask you this. Do you want me to stay here? Do you care whether I am comfortable and can take pride in my home? That is something I want for you. " She wished she had a pre-packaged answer for him, but she didn't. The compromise here would probably consist at least in part of her looking away from things she disapproved of... the question was how much Asta was willing to inconvenience himself. If at all.
Maea
// I think I might've chosen darkness over light //
