Open, as it goes
Gaheris is home, and has been for just a week, and has been regarding home, such as it is, with a distinct mixture of feelings. He's decided, evidently, that it is his duty to pitch in a little, after all the trouble he's caused, and over the last few days can frequently be found cleaning, or organising, or even trying his hand at cooking a little; he's bad at all these things, but it feels good to be doing something useful.
His family, on the other hand, he hasn't exactly avoided--but Lynet isn't here, and he's been reticent in making himself known. His brothers and sisters-in-law are probably aware that he's here, but he doesn't go out of his way. There's a certain shyness born of knowing he's only just come back, and the last five months he was mysteriously absent, and that his memory is full of gaps and holes he can't even describe.
The thing that makes him feel well is that he isn't so afraid; and that he wants to be there. He very badly, very truly wants to be there. He's just not used, after so long with only Morvydd, to being with so many people in such close quarters, and he's taking it very slowly.
And scrubbing the floor, actually. His trousers are soaked at the knees, and his hair is tousled and a little sweaty, and he's scrubbing away with a bucket of soap and water and an old dishtowel, since with good luck nobody is at home right now but Clar, and Clar isn't likely to come downstairs for this.
to be bothered by people who do that. ♥
His family, on the other hand, he hasn't exactly avoided--but Lynet isn't here, and he's been reticent in making himself known. His brothers and sisters-in-law are probably aware that he's here, but he doesn't go out of his way. There's a certain shyness born of knowing he's only just come back, and the last five months he was mysteriously absent, and that his memory is full of gaps and holes he can't even describe.
The thing that makes him feel well is that he isn't so afraid; and that he wants to be there. He very badly, very truly wants to be there. He's just not used, after so long with only Morvydd, to being with so many people in such close quarters, and he's taking it very slowly.
And scrubbing the floor, actually. His trousers are soaked at the knees, and his hair is tousled and a little sweaty, and he's scrubbing away with a bucket of soap and water and an old dishtowel, since with good luck nobody is at home right now but Clar, and Clar isn't likely to come downstairs for this.
to be bothered by people who do that. ♥