Of course. To find oneself bound to a stranger for the rest of one's life does sound positively dreadful.
[ He meets her glance — and finds himself turning away as she does, perhaps afraid of acknowledging what such a look might mean. (She is a dear thing — the people in this house recognize that. He's seen it, in the company that she keeps. Any one of them, more demonstrative, kinder, better-suited to a lifetime's worth of company than someone like him.) ]
You've always been sweet, haven't you? [ A statement, really, rather than a question, in the way he delivers it.
A pause, then, as he circles the little tent they've made, inspecting it or any gaps, for anything that might improve it in some small way. Perhaps he ought to have fetched some food, but that would have required a little more forethought than either of them have really had the space to exercise. ]
What do you think, my dear? Does it need anything more?
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[ He meets her glance — and finds himself turning away as she does, perhaps afraid of acknowledging what such a look might mean. (She is a dear thing — the people in this house recognize that. He's seen it, in the company that she keeps. Any one of them, more demonstrative, kinder, better-suited to a lifetime's worth of company than someone like him.) ]
You've always been sweet, haven't you? [ A statement, really, rather than a question, in the way he delivers it.
A pause, then, as he circles the little tent they've made, inspecting it or any gaps, for anything that might improve it in some small way. Perhaps he ought to have fetched some food, but that would have required a little more forethought than either of them have really had the space to exercise. ]
What do you think, my dear? Does it need anything more?