to heal a wound, you need to stop touching it
Vai listens, giving him as much time as he needs to speak or move the conversation on, and her eyebrows rise at the pretense of bitch work. "He sounds like quite the delight," she says, shifting to rise to her feet with the empty bowl, moving over to the sink behind the counter so she can wash up. "He is a good guy," she agrees, her voice warming as they speak of Zeph. The dockhand certainly wasn't to everyone's taste, but he had a heart of gold.
The way she glances across at him says that no, he certainly did not in response to whatever the end of his sentence is going to be. But Vai is smiling crookedly, her expression telling that she'll be taking this matter up with Zeph personally, rather that prying more at Nate. "Borrow a kitchen, huh? I think I can arrange that," she says cheerfully. Little does he know, by the time he and Jata return from their honeymoon, they might just have a kitchen to play with already.
"Thanks, for lunch. You're a lifesaver - I didn't think I would have time today."
The way she glances across at him says that no, he certainly did not in response to whatever the end of his sentence is going to be. But Vai is smiling crookedly, her expression telling that she'll be taking this matter up with Zeph personally, rather that prying more at Nate. "Borrow a kitchen, huh? I think I can arrange that," she says cheerfully. Little does he know, by the time he and Jata return from their honeymoon, they might just have a kitchen to play with already.
"Thanks, for lunch. You're a lifesaver - I didn't think I would have time today."
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