CHULANE
He was glad he could still make her laugh even if exhaustion tried to drag her down - that was the purpose of all of this, to get her mind off things, to get her laughing again, living again. To remind her, however hard it is, that life must go on. Hell, life would go on regardless, it was up to them to keep up, to not let it trample over them and leave them in the dust behind.
It gave him hope to hear her laugh, to watch her enjoy her first bite, to banter with her on the vegetables' questionable histories.
The genuine gratitude she gives him was received with relief, and he puts another potato in his mouth to chew on until her next question sounds.
His motions paused, as he considered the question, and all the implications behind it. Gone were the playful winks and pulses of amusement that often radiated from her; he was left to his own devices to contemplate all that it meant, all that it could mean. A blush colours his neck and cheeks, and he swallows his mouthful down, as his mind finally settles on an answer for her.
"I did, yeah." Deep tones speak softly but clearly, before he sipped at his water to help the potato go down. "I wanted to spend time with you, as just us again," he admitted, shrugging nonchalantly, though the blush certainly told otherwise. Despite the blush however, he did not break her gaze, he owned his stance and his reasoning.
"Should I not have?" He posed to her in return.
It gave him hope to hear her laugh, to watch her enjoy her first bite, to banter with her on the vegetables' questionable histories.
The genuine gratitude she gives him was received with relief, and he puts another potato in his mouth to chew on until her next question sounds.
His motions paused, as he considered the question, and all the implications behind it. Gone were the playful winks and pulses of amusement that often radiated from her; he was left to his own devices to contemplate all that it meant, all that it could mean. A blush colours his neck and cheeks, and he swallows his mouthful down, as his mind finally settles on an answer for her.
"I did, yeah." Deep tones speak softly but clearly, before he sipped at his water to help the potato go down. "I wanted to spend time with you, as just us again," he admitted, shrugging nonchalantly, though the blush certainly told otherwise. Despite the blush however, he did not break her gaze, he owned his stance and his reasoning.
"Should I not have?" He posed to her in return.
it is better to know some of the questions
than all of the answers
than all of the answers
