[ When Albus does return to the apartment, the scent of a fresh pot carries through the den and living area -- no whistling kettle yet. It's not unusual, if Gold is home ahead of him, to find him either tidying up somewhere, or spinning, but once he'd gotten used to having other people living with him, he didn't react to him coming in the door so readily. Before, however, it was very easy to read as it was: Someone very accustomed to being alone, responding almost to an intrusion.
Though now his eye does wander up, and his hand on the wheel slows.
Even though he planned for this, intended to begin...something. It still takes him by surprise, the feeling that wells up in his chest. Anticipation? Something like happy? He'd be the wrong person to ask. ]
...evening.
[ There should have been a 'good' there. Not smooth at all.
He should get up, he thinks. But if he stops what he's doing and approaches him the second he comes in the door, he would just be crowding him, wouldn't he? ]
[He arrives right after he's done working, Apparating back to the apartment and walking in the front door with a smile when he spots Gold. Albus isn't sure what exactly Gold wishes him there for, but it does not seem to be for any unpleasant reason, and he seems at ease when he sees the other man at his spinning wheel.
Walking into the apartment, he shifts closer as he takes off his coat and hat.]
Ah, you've already put a kettle on? Thank you kindly for it.
[ A small flourish of warmth in his face. He does stand then, straightening his vest, but looking very much like he did not have a plan after that. He recovers quickly, finding something to put away on his way to the kitchen. ]
Excellent timing, then. We can each have a nice piping cup of it.
[He can sense that Gold is up to -- something, either with something on his mind or a plan that has gone unspoken. Whatever it is does not seem to be anything unpleasant or the result of anything to worry over, so his tone remains mild, pleasant, even as his eyes with curiosity.]
I hope everything was all right with you leaving work a bit early.
[The answer surprises him, but he smiles more brightly at it. There is something warming in that, in the idea that Gold would like more time together, to spend an evening in each other's company. It's a sweet enough thing that he reacts a half-second late to the sound of the kettle going off.]
That sounds lovely
[And then, with a chuckle, he turns towards the kitchen, adding:]
In which case, I'll pour us both a nice steaming mug to settle in with.
[ Gold matches pace with him as he heads for the kitchen; he doesn't have his cane in hand but tends to bother with it less in smaller spaces. There's plenty for him to grab or lean on in a familiar space if he needs it, after all. ]
You just came in the door -- well, so to speak. You're allowed some rest, are you not?
[He smiles at how quickly Gold moves towards the kitchen, relenting when the other man keeps in step. So instead, he pulls out a chair and sits down, still close at hand.]
Besides, I would hate interfere with your tea preparation.
[ And now he's wondering if he made a mistake. But all he does is offer a kind look and turn to his task.
What was he doing? And why was it coming to him with such difficulty. As though this place didn't expect this of them?
He comes with a tray, cups and saucers and a steeping pot of a blend he's grown a passing fondness for at the tea shop. All the fixings. Refusing to look out of place by being in his place. ]
It occurs to me for probably not the first time that I'm terrible at this. All of it. Even just being friendly.
[He frowns slightly at that, sitting up straight as Gold steps closer.]
You're not. Truly, you aren't.
[With a slight half-smile, he says:] New contracts always have an element of awkwardness. That's all that it is. You and I didn't know each other before this and we're still settling into it. I dealt with much the same with both of my prior contracts as well.
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chambermusicandtenpins) wrote2035-02-02 10:43 pm
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[ There's a few moments and a second message blips in behind the other. ]
Do you have plans this evening?
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I've no plans for tonight at the moment. If you'd like, I can go directly home once my shift is done with.
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If there is anything in particular you want tonight, I can stop at the grocer on my way.
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Nothing in particular strikes me at the moment. Though more tea is always lovely and appreciated.
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[ When Albus does return to the apartment, the scent of a fresh pot carries through the den and living area -- no whistling kettle yet. It's not unusual, if Gold is home ahead of him, to find him either tidying up somewhere, or spinning, but once he'd gotten used to having other people living with him, he didn't react to him coming in the door so readily. Before, however, it was very easy to read as it was: Someone very accustomed to being alone, responding almost to an intrusion.
Though now his eye does wander up, and his hand on the wheel slows.
Even though he planned for this, intended to begin...something. It still takes him by surprise, the feeling that wells up in his chest. Anticipation? Something like happy? He'd be the wrong person to ask. ]
...evening.
[ There should have been a 'good' there. Not smooth at all.
He should get up, he thinks. But if he stops what he's doing and approaches him the second he comes in the door, he would just be crowding him, wouldn't he? ]
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[He arrives right after he's done working, Apparating back to the apartment and walking in the front door with a smile when he spots Gold. Albus isn't sure what exactly Gold wishes him there for, but it does not seem to be for any unpleasant reason, and he seems at ease when he sees the other man at his spinning wheel.
Walking into the apartment, he shifts closer as he takes off his coat and hat.]
Ah, you've already put a kettle on? Thank you kindly for it.
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[ A small flourish of warmth in his face. He does stand then, straightening his vest, but looking very much like he did not have a plan after that. He recovers quickly, finding something to put away on his way to the kitchen. ]
It's nearly ready.
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[He can sense that Gold is up to -- something, either with something on his mind or a plan that has gone unspoken. Whatever it is does not seem to be anything unpleasant or the result of anything to worry over, so his tone remains mild, pleasant, even as his eyes with curiosity.]
I hope everything was all right with you leaving work a bit early.
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Everything is perfectly fine.
[ And with a breath, he just speaks. Because this is only going to get more pathetic if he spends the rest of the night bumbling toward the point. ]
...I suppose I wished to spend a little more time. Home. [ No, that sounds strange. Sigh. ] With you.
[ And as though perfectly timed the kettle goes off. ]
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That sounds lovely
[And then, with a chuckle, he turns towards the kitchen, adding:]
In which case, I'll pour us both a nice steaming mug to settle in with.
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[ Gold matches pace with him as he heads for the kitchen; he doesn't have his cane in hand but tends to bother with it less in smaller spaces. There's plenty for him to grab or lean on in a familiar space if he needs it, after all. ]
You just came in the door -- well, so to speak. You're allowed some rest, are you not?
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[He smiles at how quickly Gold moves towards the kitchen, relenting when the other man keeps in step. So instead, he pulls out a chair and sits down, still close at hand.]
Besides, I would hate interfere with your tea preparation.
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What was he doing? And why was it coming to him with such difficulty. As though this place didn't expect this of them?
He comes with a tray, cups and saucers and a steeping pot of a blend he's grown a passing fondness for at the tea shop. All the fixings. Refusing to look out of place by being in his place. ]
It occurs to me for probably not the first time that I'm terrible at this. All of it. Even just being friendly.
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You're not. Truly, you aren't.
[With a slight half-smile, he says:] New contracts always have an element of awkwardness. That's all that it is. You and I didn't know each other before this and we're still settling into it. I dealt with much the same with both of my prior contracts as well.