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Cael Gray ([info]winsome_wizard) wrote in [info]valesco,
“In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not very hard to please. I’m sure it’s fine.” He said with a reassuring smile. He didn’t figure she was any master chef or anything, seeing how the few times he had been over her place (when she still had a place to call her own), the house elf had done all of the manual labor, like the cooking and the cleaning. Personally, he would have gone absolutely crazy if he had nothing to do all day, and didn’t have a job, and had no social circles to hang around in any more. He truly did sympathize with her struggles, but all he could do was show that he supported her efforts, and try to make this easier on both of them.

Her hesitation when it came to answering his question let him in on the fact that she wasn’t being completely genuine…though truth be told, he hadn’t been sleeping too well lately either. Most nights he was up staring at his ceiling, wondering what she was doing, or thinking about as she lay in the next room. He wanted to give her space – he wanted to have her get adjusted to his home, but he couldn’t help but want to be near her. The last thing he wanted to do was smother her though, so he was giving her some space to get her bearings, and get used to her new surroundings.

He served the both of them some food, and then took his seat at the table beside her. He started working on cutting up his chicken, looking up to her when she asked how he was handling all of this. It might have been the first time she had actually made it clear that she recognized his own side of things in this whole situation – she was giving up everything for him, and the guilt of that definitely ate away at him. He felt uncomfortable, knowing that he was practically a sin for her.

“I think it’s just going to take some getting used to, is all…”

He hoped she wouldn’t notice how he hadn’t actually answered his question, but turned his eyes down towards the chicken, distracting himself by poking around at the vegetables.

“I just don’t know what else I can, or should be doing to make this any easier on either of us. All I can do is try and outweigh the cons with the pros, and just…make the best of things.”


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