[It's really sort of incredible, coming home to the apartment in the state that it's in that night. It's already sort of special to be coming home to a place she thinks of as "home" to begin with; even after months of the same, she still hasn't quite shaken off the years of habitual loneliness that had preceded this stay in outer space. It would have been enough to come home to light and warmth, even if Rohan had only been sitting on the couch reading or working at his desk, completely oblivious to her return.
But he isn't. He's clearly in the kitchen cooking, and the whole apartment smells rich with dinner close to being done. Arnold is supervising attentively, which in and of itself is adorable, and she has her suspicions that the cat is likewise somewhere nearby, if only because he never much likes being far away from Rohan — sweet, clingy thing that he is.
Then she sees the flowers, and the whole world seems to tip a little bit sideways.
She'd told him that one time, hadn't she, when she'd been showing him her grandmother's necklace — she likes sentimental things, keepsake things, things with meaning behind them. It really doesn't get much more significant than flowers, does it? There's no purpose to them whatsoever, except to look beautiful and delight the person they're gifted to. There's no possible reason Rohan could've gotten them, except...
Ah. Except to make her happy.
She bites her lip, reaching up to rub lightly at her eyes as the weight of it all finally bears down on her. It'd been such a long, bustling, busy day of watching other people share romantic interludes, hosting couples wrapped up in each other to make their holiday special while she put her own on hold.
Rohan got her flowers.
Someone was thinking of her today, after all.]
Hey...I'm home...
[She rubs at her eyes again, still a little messy emotionally, but smiling a bit like an idiot.]
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But he isn't. He's clearly in the kitchen cooking, and the whole apartment smells rich with dinner close to being done. Arnold is supervising attentively, which in and of itself is adorable, and she has her suspicions that the cat is likewise somewhere nearby, if only because he never much likes being far away from Rohan — sweet, clingy thing that he is.
Then she sees the flowers, and the whole world seems to tip a little bit sideways.
She'd told him that one time, hadn't she, when she'd been showing him her grandmother's necklace — she likes sentimental things, keepsake things, things with meaning behind them. It really doesn't get much more significant than flowers, does it? There's no purpose to them whatsoever, except to look beautiful and delight the person they're gifted to. There's no possible reason Rohan could've gotten them, except...
Ah. Except to make her happy.
She bites her lip, reaching up to rub lightly at her eyes as the weight of it all finally bears down on her. It'd been such a long, bustling, busy day of watching other people share romantic interludes, hosting couples wrapped up in each other to make their holiday special while she put her own on hold.
Rohan got her flowers.
Someone was thinking of her today, after all.]
Hey...I'm home...
[She rubs at her eyes again, still a little messy emotionally, but smiling a bit like an idiot.]
It smells really good in here...