OOM: Talk

[latino_menace]

It's felt awkward, to him. And he's kept his distance seeing as she was obviously upset and didn't want to talk about it anymore. He's confused, because he thought he was offering her what she wanted, and a bit put out that she dismissed the idea out of hand. Or so it seemed to him

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[justcallmefee]

They were supposed to go out for a walk around to the southern end of the island, trying to find the cove with the white sand beach. But his question this morning broadsided her. She ended up disappearing into the shower for a good long cry, and came back out in running gear. He was swimming, so she went for a run on the sand.

She hated running in sand. It was a struggle every step of the way. The metaphor didn't escape her. She was drenched and exhausted when she came back, but she laughed when she stooped to give him a kiss, pausing long enough to wipe the drop of sweat off his cheek.

"Let me get cleaned up and I'll make us some dinner."

She doesn't wait for an answer, just goes and returns a few minutes later, wearing a floor length halter dress, her hair pinned up off the back of her neck. She makes him a drink and brings it to him.

[latino_menace]

He takes it from her and doesn't meet her eyes. Doesn't even try to really; he seems engrossed in the book and appears happy enough to sit here and read and just be still.

He doesn't like not getting his own way. Even more than that, he hates not understanding why he can't have his own way. But he's not angry. Just...defeated, at the moment.

[justcallmefee]

She settles next to him, and after a moment, puts a hand on his arm.

"Caro..."

[latino_menace]

'What's for dinner?'

No, still not looking at her. Everything about his tone, demeanour, body language seems to suggest he plans on acting like nothing happened.