[It has been an eventful 24 hours, to say the least, and he wouldn't change a single moment of it. There's a brief pause that hangs between them; a moment of quiet, blooming affection as he fondly meets her gaze, and it's all too easy to recall what had happened the last time they were in this very spot, not so very long ago.
She turns her head away and he's certain her thoughts must have started to wander in the same direction; he clears his throat and props himself upright as he grabs the arm of the couch, running a hand through his hair as he gives her a boyish look.]
Ah— balsamic chicken? It should be done shortly, I took care of the bulk of it before calling Tara.
[It was oddly nice, to be able to speak with her about something so mundane as dinner. They had spent so long taking care to only interact in public, to keep things friendly, and over the last few years, he had forgotten how it felt to simply share the smaller, daily ins and outs of one's life with someone else.]
You should have plenty of time to finish your chapter beforehand.
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She turns her head away and he's certain her thoughts must have started to wander in the same direction; he clears his throat and props himself upright as he grabs the arm of the couch, running a hand through his hair as he gives her a boyish look.]
Ah— balsamic chicken? It should be done shortly, I took care of the bulk of it before calling Tara.
[It was oddly nice, to be able to speak with her about something so mundane as dinner. They had spent so long taking care to only interact in public, to keep things friendly, and over the last few years, he had forgotten how it felt to simply share the smaller, daily ins and outs of one's life with someone else.]
You should have plenty of time to finish your chapter beforehand.