Like Clockwork (For Stuffy)

"I don't even know how to dance," he grumbled, resting his chin on her head.

 

“Barely.”

 

He huffed, looking down at her.

“I trust you, I suppose.”

There came movement at the opening and August quickly let go, stepping away.

 

Eli entered, holding a basket.

"I made some trades," he said thoughtfully, setting the basket on the counter. It was full of eggs."

 

"We can make something with this tomorrow morning," August mused, picking one up.

 

"Did you? Are they edible?"

 

He rolled his eyes.

"That's what I thought," he said, heading over to the table. August made eye contact with her for a moment before going to make more pancakes.

(Zoop?)

 

That night, Eli had fallen asleep. August was in his den, his lips pursed as he looked up at the ceiling of his bed.

 

He paused before slipping out of bed and coming over to her.

"Aspen...?" he asked softly.

 

He seemed hesitant for a moment.

"Can I come in?"