[He appreciates that she gets right to the heart of things— were it up to him, he likely would have talked himself in circles before managing to do so, partly because he so enjoyed her company, but at least in some part because there was, potentially, a bit of awkwardness to be navigated. Not much, by his measure, but they now found themselves quite suddenly in a very serious relationship less than two weeks before some fairly significant dates, as family went. There was the potential for a great deal of pressure that he's not so certain either of them needs at this moment.
He bows his head slightly, his smile pulling to one side.]
Plans.
[He takes another sip, setting his cup down in front of him. That she hadn't thought about telling just yet doesn't trouble him the way it might have, once— Amelia never makes him feel as though he's something she wants to hide, only that she herself is quite serious, rational. For as impulsive as they've been, it makes sense to approach other aspects of their relationship as reasonably as possible.]
I hadn't thought to tell my mother just yet, either— although there is a chance Tara might let it slip beforehand, but I've a mind to ask her to let me handle it when I feel it's appropriate. At the very least, if she hears before then, I think she'll have the good sense to act surprised.
[He chuckles softly, angling himself towards her as he rests an arm against the counter.]
I don't think either of us should feel pressured to change any standing plans at the moment, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't like to make time for you in between.
[Amelia nods at his response, regarding their plans and his mother. From what she gleaned whenever she was brought up, she seemed like a lovely woman, spirited in a different way from her own mother. The young professor was loathe to admit that she was similar to Susan Steinbeck, but her severity does come from somewhere, much like how Gale's gregarious nature most likely stemmed from Mrs. Dekarios.]
If you'd like though and if you're able... I don't mind having you meet my parents after New Year's, just so that they're aware.
[The chef serves them their first plates of hamachi and Amelia is quick to slide Gale's plate closer to him before helping herself.]
I haven't made it a habit to tell them the nitty-gritty details of my personal dramas, but I'm not so heartless of a daughter to not let them know about you. You're probably the most upstanding person I've brought into my life recently.
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He bows his head slightly, his smile pulling to one side.]
Plans.
[He takes another sip, setting his cup down in front of him. That she hadn't thought about telling just yet doesn't trouble him the way it might have, once— Amelia never makes him feel as though he's something she wants to hide, only that she herself is quite serious, rational. For as impulsive as they've been, it makes sense to approach other aspects of their relationship as reasonably as possible.]
I hadn't thought to tell my mother just yet, either— although there is a chance Tara might let it slip beforehand, but I've a mind to ask her to let me handle it when I feel it's appropriate. At the very least, if she hears before then, I think she'll have the good sense to act surprised.
[He chuckles softly, angling himself towards her as he rests an arm against the counter.]
I don't think either of us should feel pressured to change any standing plans at the moment, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't like to make time for you in between.
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If you'd like though and if you're able... I don't mind having you meet my parents after New Year's, just so that they're aware.
[The chef serves them their first plates of hamachi and Amelia is quick to slide Gale's plate closer to him before helping herself.]
I haven't made it a habit to tell them the nitty-gritty details of my personal dramas, but I'm not so heartless of a daughter to not let them know about you. You're probably the most upstanding person I've brought into my life recently.