[It's keenly domestic, isn't it? Henry does not apply that word to the situation, though the sentiment still nestles in his chest, thinking about his future day-to-day life in this apartment. What would it be like, to really live with someone? To share a space, to settle into a routine?
(Routine is yet one more word he has always avoided, but it does not sound so terrible, now. Not with him.)
He straightens, closing the fridge door.]
I’d apologize for the extra effort, but you know you’ll enjoy it.
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(Routine is yet one more word he has always avoided, but it does not sound so terrible, now. Not with him.)
He straightens, closing the fridge door.]
I’d apologize for the extra effort, but you know you’ll enjoy it.