Lucas had spent his day reading, just trying to relax. The conversation with Donna weighed heavily on his mind. He knew that his fears weren't unreasonable, just... he didn't know how to compromise on things.
He glanced up when the door opened. Martha looked... annoyed, frustrated... all things he could easily read on her. He knew just how deep his feelings were for her, he wouldn't be in this state if he didn't. "Everything okay?" he asked almost tentatively.
Lucas watched her as she got rid of the bag, then stood up, intent on making a cup of tea for her. "Surely it can't be that bad?" But he got the sentiment. Sometimes he felt the same.
"Ah. A good day then," Lucas joked with a faint smile. "Want me to cook dinner tonight?" Whatever was happening between them, she deserved a night off from having to worry about food after that kind of day.
She looked at him, his smile bringing a small one out from her. Martha had wanted to make dinner tonight, but she was worried with the way the day was going she'd probably set the kitchen on fire.
Lucas shook his head. "No, I don't mind," he said, heading to the kitchen. At least today things weren't so uncomfortable. Sometimes the days were hard, where they were both on eggshells around each other. Today didn't seem to be one of those days.
He brought a cup of tea out for her, then went back into the kitchen.
She thanked for the tea and took a sip, letting the heat wash over her for a moment before she brought her tea into the bedroom and changed into a teal tank top and jeans. It felt better not to walk around with coffee all over her.
She walked into the kitchen and leaned against the side of the wall. "I'll pick up eggs and milk tomorrow." Again.
Lucas looked at her when she returned to the room. He'd never stopped being attracted to her, and when she wore that tank top, he couldn't help notice her. It was what made this whole situation harder.
"Don't worry, I can always pick some up tomorrow if you want."
She was happy to see the grin and something relaxed a little inside of her. "Pasta, then?" Pasta was a staple of Martha's even if she was from England. It was hard to make pasta wrong so she usually chose it when she had traveled.
"Pasta I can do> Why don't you relax for a bit?" Lucas agreed, smiling at her for a moment more, before going into the kitchen to begin cooking. What was going on? He wasn't sure.
"Sure" She nodded, her eyes lingering for a moment on him before she sat back and waited. Martha stole the occasional glance toward the kitchen. She was glad that Lucas was willing to cook tonight, considering the days' events.
He glanced up when the door opened. Martha looked... annoyed, frustrated... all things he could easily read on her. He knew just how deep his feelings were for her, he wouldn't be in this state if he didn't. "Everything okay?" he asked almost tentatively.
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The dripping bag went directly into the trash bin before she set the other bags down and flopped into the nearest chair.
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"You don't mind?"
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He brought a cup of tea out for her, then went back into the kitchen.
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She walked into the kitchen and leaned against the side of the wall. "I'll pick up eggs and milk tomorrow." Again.
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"Don't worry, I can always pick some up tomorrow if you want."
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She smiled at his offer and her shoulders seemed to relax a little. "Thanks." Martha really did appreciate it, especially since he was offering.
"What's for dinner?"
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