Ｗｈｉｌｅ Ｙｏｕ Ｗｅｒｅ Ｓｌｅｅｐｉｎｇ// Yukionnamonet & Kingofstolenhearts

kingofstolenhearts:

“Really?“She wasn’t discouraged by his allergies? Well… that was a surprise, usually whenever he mentioned his allergies to people they’d ask in alarm if there was anything he could eat, as if they thought yeast was in everything. It was slightly draining on his patience most days “Cant wait then.”

Yes… he could definitely see this as being a solid working friendship. Maybe he could even help her with a house nearby when everything was sorted for her, he was sure there were a few for sale, maybe a few up for rent, it’d be unfortunate if they lost contact after it all, especially since he still felt at least a little responsible for her well-being, he’d been in charge of it for too long possibly. 

Now the only issue with his house, which could probably be broached later but hey why not now as random driving conversation? Silence was overwhelming and the radio hadn’t worked since last bad snowstorm, so conversation it was. “The house can get a bit dull during the day” well, he assumed it did, he was never there “you’ll probably be there a lot more than me… is there anything you want for it to keep yourself entertained?” even if he couldn’t get her something today, he could probably work something out in the next few days… maybe some books?

He could probably work out getting a few more of her things from her ex husband if he still had them… anything to make her a little comfortable in the foreign environment. 

         She didn’t have her laptop to write yet, but she could use sheets and a pen without any problem, even if it would be a pain to write it all in the laptop one she finally had it, but it would help her to revise it.

Monet had seen plenty of books around the house, and also she could just– go for a walk or something. Go jogging if she felt good enough. She was sure she would find the way to entertain herself.

— ❝ Don’t worry about it. I can read, write…❞ 

Her shoulders lifted slightly as the groceries appeared in the end of the road.

— ❝ Don’t worry about it, I’ll find the way to be entertained.❞ 

         Monet knew he worked a lot of hours, so he wouldn’t be around too often, but as long as she had him around a few hours a day to share some conversation she would be fine. She had grown used to hear his voice after all.