and we'll forget this solemn day, we'll always be young again
She’s able to manage it and Varus is quietly thankful as she holds onto it and he fits one of the legs into the spot where it’s to be screwed into. The metal arm is helpful in gripping onto the screwdriver, able to spin and spin until the screw is in place before he slips over to the opposite side to do that one so she doesn’t have to hold onto it too much longer than she otherwise would.
It’s quick work and he does glance up at her to flash a small smile and a shrug of his shoulders. “No problem, Maeve.” He offers her quietly, finishing up the screws and giving the crib a good natured push to ensure that the legs aren’t wobbly and that they’re even. When he’s pleased, he sets the tools on the table next to the rocking chair and lets his gaze scan back over the crib just to ensure it was fine. “I think that’s it. I should probably get going back home now.”
It’s quick work and he does glance up at her to flash a small smile and a shrug of his shoulders. “No problem, Maeve.” He offers her quietly, finishing up the screws and giving the crib a good natured push to ensure that the legs aren’t wobbly and that they’re even. When he’s pleased, he sets the tools on the table next to the rocking chair and lets his gaze scan back over the crib just to ensure it was fine. “I think that’s it. I should probably get going back home now.”
VARUS
