He talks of not finding a splintered family, even though the thought had never crossed her mind. It's a bit of a surprise that he chooses to make that assumption. One that she tries to delicately correct.
"I wasn't worried about them," she tells him, gently. It feels like such a heavy, telling silence that stretches between them. If not them, then there's few options left for her to worry about.
But she breaks that silence by pushing out her chair and getting to her feet. "I should get started on our dinner," she explains, using it as a means to excuse herself from the table--and him from the topic if he wants it. "What would you like tonight?"
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Date: 2018-06-13 10:46 pm (UTC)"I wasn't worried about them," she tells him, gently. It feels like such a heavy, telling silence that stretches between them. If not them, then there's few options left for her to worry about.
But she breaks that silence by pushing out her chair and getting to her feet. "I should get started on our dinner," she explains, using it as a means to excuse herself from the table--and him from the topic if he wants it. "What would you like tonight?"