He began to clean up, washing the dishes. * * * "Anyway. I love you. You don't need to say it back, or anything; I know you don't think like that or anything. But I love you."
She looked over at him. "I can help with that." *** He sighed, unsure what to say for a moment. "..I feel the same."
"No, you can't," he replied. "You have a cut in your stomach." * * * She laughed lightly, looking up at him. "It's okay. You don't need to say it. Go eat."
"I'm just fine. I went over there earlier anyways." *** He looked at her with a small frown, before doing as she said.
His laugh was low and rough, and he continued working. Spoiler: If Nascha is Focused on the Food He had made some sort of root vegetable combination. Orange carrots had been cooked in some form of butter, with potatoes and some other vegetable she was unable to identify. Parsley and sage seasoned the food, adding a freshness to the dish. It had been put on the plate somewhat unceremoniously, as if he was hurrying to get the food to her. This impression was cemented by the heat of the dinner; it was almost too hot to eat. Spoiler: If Nascha is Focused on Victor His back was to her, and as she watched, she would see the muscles in his back moving through the fabric of his shirt as he cleaned. He was leaning forward, his arms in the soapy water, and he absentmindedly pushed his dark hair back, pausing as he realized he got suds in his hair. He squinted, shaking his head in defeat before continuing. * * * Dahlia finished cleaning and came over to the table, sitting across from him. Spoiler: If Osiris is Focused on Dahlia Dahlia rested her head on her folded arms, closing her eyes for a moment. Her hair was quite frizzy, as it tended to be at this time of night, but it caught the light of the fire, looking like vibrant copper. Her lips were chapped and her cheeks were a rosy pink, probably from the cold outside. She had a light flush from the alcohol; apparently it took a while to wear off. Spoiler: If Osiris is Focused on the Food She had made some sort of bean dish. A person their size could only eat about one or two regular sized kidney beans, but she had sliced one up and mashed it, serving it roasted with greens and spices. It was a little clumsily thrown together, judging by the plating, but it was hearty and filling.
She was eating quietly, watching him with curiousity and fondness. Eventually she had finished up, standing up and taking the plate to wash it. *** He frowned as he watched her. "Are you going to eat?" he asked, seeming rather tired himself.
He turned to her, taking the plate from her. "Go to bed," he instructed gently. "I'll clean up and head home." * * * She shook her head, keeping her eyes closed. "No. I'm not hungry."
"I don't want to go to bed. I've been in bed or at my desk all day." *** He sighed, looking down at his plate again. "Okay."
He squinted before looking at the door. “Do you want to get some fresh air?” *** She opened her eyes after a moment. “We still have cake.”
She looked over at him thoughtfully, standing beside him. "..No. I want to stand here." *** "I know," he said quietly. "It's still in the oven."
He looked down at her, a small smile on his face. “Okay, Nas. We can just stand here.” *** She studied him, tilting her head. “Why do you look sad?”
"And also I want to help do the dishes." *** He rested his head on his hand. "I'm worried about you."
“I’m done. I just have yours to do.” *** She sighed, standing up and coming over to him, hugging him from behind. “Isn’t this partly why you left with me? To not worry as much?”
"I'll do it, then." *** "I suppose, but you're sick and you're drunk and you went out into the cold without a jacket and you arent eating properly."
“No. Look, I’m doing it now.” *** “But now I’m warm and healthy and sober and not hungry,” she replied. “I’m okay, Cy.”
She squinted, looking up at him. "This is my house. I do the dishes." *** He shook his head. "I don't believe that. You said you were better earlier and you lied to me."
“Obviously not. Go lie down or I’ll make you.” *** “Because I wanted to get food,” she said. “I’m good now.”
