On Rachel's fourth or fifth try of fixing the fence, Daniel finally intervenes.
With a gracious, "Allow me," he tugs it free from the ground, moving it to a stronger section of dirt and shoving it in, leveling all his strength against it.
The fence cooperates, now, though the wires are stretched a little tighter than they were.
"You seem frustrated," says Daniel, as a one-off remark, moving back to his repairs of the chicken-house itself.
She has to bite back the first, most instinctive retort that rises to her lips. Wouldn't you be?
Because, well... no. No, he wouldn't.
Rachel stands there for a moment, and then gives the fence post another kick, staring it down for a long moment before turning away, drifting over to the chicken house.
"I suppose I am," she says noncommittally. "What needs to be done here?"
"There's feed just inside the barn on the left," says Daniel. "I'd imagine they're a little peckish."
Peckish. He half-smiles at his own pun.
"I am sorry about the mess I made of myself with the virus," continues Daniel. "If that is what you're thinking about - I'm sorry, that was self-centered of me."
Rachel's sure the chickens are starving, but she doesn't move. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, looking up at Daniel a bit miserably.
"It wasn't a mess," she insists, her voice soft, pained. "It wasn't self-centered. There wasn't anything wrong with it at all, Daniel. You don't have to apologize."
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With a gracious, "Allow me," he tugs it free from the ground, moving it to a stronger section of dirt and shoving it in, leveling all his strength against it.
The fence cooperates, now, though the wires are stretched a little tighter than they were.
"You seem frustrated," says Daniel, as a one-off remark, moving back to his repairs of the chicken-house itself.
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Because, well... no. No, he wouldn't.
Rachel stands there for a moment, and then gives the fence post another kick, staring it down for a long moment before turning away, drifting over to the chicken house.
"I suppose I am," she says noncommittally. "What needs to be done here?"
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Peckish. He half-smiles at his own pun.
"I am sorry about the mess I made of myself with the virus," continues Daniel. "If that is what you're thinking about - I'm sorry, that was self-centered of me."
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"It wasn't a mess," she insists, her voice soft, pained. "It wasn't self-centered. There wasn't anything wrong with it at all, Daniel. You don't have to apologize."
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