[ Her entrance hadn't pulled him from his focus of a nearly completed dinner. The last thing - the udon noodles, were just finishing. Of course his timing had been impeccable. She truly hadn't delayed coming home, either (just as she said). Her voice snaps him out of it, though. He shifts just slightly turning his head to look at her. She's smiling and he commits it to memory because he knows he will probably want to draw it later.
His mouth goes dry, his heart jumps into his throat, and he doesn't speak for a few moments. Everything he says is considered carefully before he speaks. He'll say what he would typically say, any day that he's home and she returns after day at work. Even though he's clearly made a slight show of it - given that he rarely cooks, and there's flowers that wouldn't be there otherwise. ]
Reimi-chan. It's almost done.
[ It keeps him from stumbling to just speak so simply. Of course he has thought of her today. It's not simply because her life was so neatly weaved into his own before they had arrived here, it was because it was now. And, Rohan's continued efforts allowed him to see things a little bit differently, about things that he never had much cared about - birthdays, Christmas, Valentine's Day (pretty much any holiday) - he went without celebrating on his own, especially as long as he had lived on his own. He rarely cared for, or even considered, another's feelings, but it mattered to him how she felt about this.
He's watching her for a moment - oh. ]
You can sit if you want.
[ It was along day, after all. She had told him how busy it was. And it isn't like it'd be hard for him to put together a bowl for her. He was mostly glad just to have her home, which sometimes was strange for him to think about - her staying here with him. For all of his years living alone, something about this was much better. It's not that he had ever been lonely before. And it's not as if he thought he'd be able to let anyone else into his home so easily.
But that was how he knew how much he cared about her - she was the exception, not the rule. ]
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His mouth goes dry, his heart jumps into his throat, and he doesn't speak for a few moments. Everything he says is considered carefully before he speaks. He'll say what he would typically say, any day that he's home and she returns after day at work. Even though he's clearly made a slight show of it - given that he rarely cooks, and there's flowers that wouldn't be there otherwise. ]
Reimi-chan. It's almost done.
[ It keeps him from stumbling to just speak so simply. Of course he has thought of her today. It's not simply because her life was so neatly weaved into his own before they had arrived here, it was because it was now. And, Rohan's continued efforts allowed him to see things a little bit differently, about things that he never had much cared about - birthdays, Christmas, Valentine's Day (pretty much any holiday) - he went without celebrating on his own, especially as long as he had lived on his own. He rarely cared for, or even considered, another's feelings, but it mattered to him how she felt about this.
He's watching her for a moment - oh. ]
You can sit if you want.
[ It was along day, after all. She had told him how busy it was. And it isn't like it'd be hard for him to put together a bowl for her. He was mostly glad just to have her home, which sometimes was strange for him to think about - her staying here with him. For all of his years living alone, something about this was much better. It's not that he had ever been lonely before. And it's not as if he thought he'd be able to let anyone else into his home so easily.
But that was how he knew how much he cared about her - she was the exception, not the rule. ]