I'd like that. A lot. Look ... things are complicated, and they're gonna be for a while, I think but what's not complicated is you're the person I know best here, and I care about you. That part isn't confusing.
[There's more that is complicated, and they both know it but ... baby steps. One at a time.]
Besides, [teasing] if I avoided you too long, Franklin would just come and shout at me until I thought better of it.
( A little smile flickers at the corner of Herian’s mouth. )
I think... for me at least, my first impulse is to turn to you. Consulting you for guidance on how best to contemplating and approach matters directly involving you seems a little tactless, but now you are here again, it feels strange to not—
( She gestures a bit uselessly. There isn’t really anything adequate for it.
Franklin, for his part, is trying to lovingly chomp on Cosima’s hands. More attention pls, thank u. Herian raises an eyebrow at the useless boy. )
He is very persuasive. Perhaps I should mirror his approach.
Hey. It's not tactless to check in with somebody if you're not sure where things are at, you know? We've been apart a long time, of course we're gonna have to play catch up, some. That's not a failing, that's just, I don't know, life.
[She shifts so she can give Franklin the demanded ear scritches he so richly deserves.]
I don't know a way to find out what we missed with each other without, you know. A little at a time. Dinner's a great start.
( You know that happy grumbly sound dogs make, and the unhelpful way they lean they full weight on the hand giving them scratches? That’s what’s happening. )
True. I cannot fault any part of that, and yet— it feels strange.
( She glances down at the woven flowers she was working on, adjusting one slightly, smoothing over the stems with her thumb - a needless, self-soothing gesture. Perhaps she is over thinking, could make this awkward if she dwelled too much. )
Nothing major. I'm still trying to work back through the notes from when I was gone, see what I missed. There's lots of them, which, you know. Good because lots of information, bad because a lot of it to sift through. But all of it will be there tomorrow. How about you?
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[There's more that is complicated, and they both know it but ... baby steps. One at a time.]
Besides, [teasing] if I avoided you too long, Franklin would just come and shout at me until I thought better of it.
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I think... for me at least, my first impulse is to turn to you. Consulting you for guidance on how best to contemplating and approach matters directly involving you seems a little tactless, but now you are here again, it feels strange to not—
( She gestures a bit uselessly. There isn’t really anything adequate for it.
Franklin, for his part, is trying to lovingly chomp on Cosima’s hands. More attention pls, thank u. Herian raises an eyebrow at the useless boy. )
He is very persuasive. Perhaps I should mirror his approach.
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[She shifts so she can give Franklin the demanded ear scritches he so richly deserves.]
I don't know a way to find out what we missed with each other without, you know. A little at a time. Dinner's a great start.
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True. I cannot fault any part of that, and yet— it feels strange.
( She glances down at the woven flowers she was working on, adjusting one slightly, smoothing over the stems with her thumb - a needless, self-soothing gesture. Perhaps she is over thinking, could make this awkward if she dwelled too much. )
Do you have much planned for the rest of the day?
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