and I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall
He loses himself in the work once more, steadily carrying on, finding the rhythm with the other two: they could've worked until the end of the world and he likely wouldn't have noticed.But when they finally are done it is not the roof he watches with satisfaction and pride, but Mabel. Her smile is more than reward enough for the misadventures with the shingles, and, afraid of making her self-conscious should she catch him watching her, he turns his face away, that small, affectionate smile lingering on his face for a moment longer.
He follows them down to the ground, peering at the windows. They're a mess, Aamu looks at the little stack of fresh panes she'd been able to acquire. Would it be enough? If they don't break any—probably. Slowly he approaches the nearest window and begins cleaning away the remnants of old glass and fixtures, preparing it for the fresh panes.
Aamu prepares the windows for fresh panes!
Aamu
