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Topic Started: Nov 19 2015, 02:17 AM (104 Views)
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Nov 19 2015, 02:17 AM
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/It had been a long day. Alex hadn't even gotten home between shifts, taking Azreal up on his offer and hiding away at the station until she worked again. She hadn't called anyone before the last shift and things happened so fast that it was really on Keadek that knew what was going on. Alex had gone right from work to the manor and met up with the social workers just in time. Keadek had been delaying them until Alex got there and she'd been able to say goodbye. Mason was older now, in many ways, than when she'd first found him. He understood, he didn't like it any more than Alex did but at least he understood that it wasn't her choice. She wouldn't have given him up. all she could do was hug him and whisper an apology. She'd made mistakes in her life that had now ruined his. She was tired, she was bitter, she was angry and she was exhausted.\
/Mason hadn't blamed her, he never did. It didn't change the deep feelings of guilt that consumed her but she'd been promised Mason would go to a good home, a proper and safe home. It didn't take away the pain but at least it eased the worry. Mason promised to write and after a long, silent and tear filled hug they'd taken him. Alex couldn't handle the manor and left after Mason and the social workers had.\
/She'd driven into town before it became apparent she shouldn't be driving. The empty roads out to the manor were fine but in the city she wasn't attentive enough. She was tired and her head just wasn't in any kind of good place so she parked the jeep where she knew it would be safe for a while and hit the park on foot. After a half hour walk, no tears left in her to further wet her skin she gambled on trusting her voice. it didn't matter, Liam's ringer was off. Of course it was, he was working. They both had a silent feature on their phone as well as a programmed exemption. If she tried that number three times within a five minute window it would actually ring the third time. But this wasn't an emergency worthy of that. And it certainly wasn't something she could tell him over a message. Alex hung up without leaving a message and turned her phone off, shoving it in the back pocket of her work pants and then buried her hands in her jacket pockets.\
/It had started to rain, and heavily by the time Alex made it to West's shop. It was mid-morning by now, even though the grey sky made it hard to really judge the time. She was soaked through but didn't care anymore. Her blonde hair was free of its common braid and dripping down her back. He might be out on a job at the moment but she had nowhere else she could think to go and so she made her way under the small awning and reached for the door with cold numbed hands. It took her a second to make her hands work but she managed to turn the handle and open the door, the familiar bell chime ringing as she let herself in. Alex stopped just inside the door. She was so lost in a loop of thoughts and feelings she didn't really even know what she was looking for from him, or what she needed. Her feet had brought her here for a reason and right now, she had no where else to turn.\
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Weston Grey
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Nov 19 2015, 10:06 AM
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No reply again. Great- he'd fucked that up again, seemed to be a skill of his. Not one that he could make money on, though, so instead of letting himself get ate up and angry about something he had little control of he'd turned in early, and in turn, got to work early. Opening the shop early, he didn't expect any customers, and didn't have any appointments until after noon, so he'd spent the time on projects in the shop. Kept his hands busy to maybe quiet his thoughts a little.
Alex was a grown woman, and made her own decisions and he loved that about her. He didn't need to mollycoddle her, she wasn't clingy...she was independant and strong and willful, and all of those things he loved meant she also didn't have to let him in on what was going on in her head. Which would be helpful for him at times, so he knew what exactly to do...or not do. Or not say. Why did things have to be so complicated?
The soothing sounds of chiselling, scraping, sanding and hammering filled the shop with a quiet hum, the weak mid-morning light illuminating the various items he'd finished and had set in the front on display for sale. Birdhouses, mailboxes, shelves, tables...you name it, it was probably out there. All handmade from various types of woods, some raw, some stained, some painted. There was a large picture window behind the counter that peeked into the workshop, displaying what projects were currently "in progress". He'd done that so he could see when someone walked in, in case the machines he had going drowned out the bell chime. In hind sight he'd realized it rather made it seem like he was a zoo animal on display and he tried to forget that as much as he could.
But this morning, it was quiet, so the chime drew his attention from the awl to look through the window and see a very wet, very out of sorts Alex standing on his welcome mat. Any frustrations he had had with her dissolved and concern took its place. Walking through into the showroom, he didn't even bother to dust himself off before putting his arms gently, but firmly around her and kissing the top of her head, smelling of ceder and coffee and soap.
'Bout time you turned up, I was worried. What's wrong?
As the words came out of his mouth, he knew they were true but he finally realized that was the better half of his irritation. Other than not knowing and being kept out of the loop and ignored, he was worried she was in trouble and he couldn't help. And she was obviously not ok, so he went straight to the point; what could he fix. He kept his arms settled loosely but comfortably around her, easy for her to slip out if she wanted but firm enough to display his genuine concern. One arm reached for the sign behind her and flipped it to "Close". If someone felt like trying the door of an establishment with a closed sign, he'd deal with them then. Right now, Alex needed him and he wasn't going to let distractions get in the way after she'd finally come to him.
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Alex Hysen
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Nov 19 2015, 08:46 PM
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/It was a good thing he did something or Alex would have just stared blankly at him. She was soaked from head to toe, in a button up plaid shirt but still in her work pants. Her work vest and belt had been shed before she'd gotten to Mason otherwise she'd likely still be in those too. Her head dropped against his shoulder and the smell of freshly cut cedar was a familiar and comforting one, much as the smell of farm was in Liam. Her arms slowly looped around his hips and she held him fiercely once his arms closed around her. It was a short time before she could find the words but West was patient as ever.\
He's gone. Mason.. they took him.
/She was shaking her head in his shoulder but she had nothing left to cry. West had never shown a connection with Mason, he'd been up front that ids weren't his thing but he'd also never gotten in the way of anything to do with Mason and had been extremely patient when it came to her commitment to the boy.\
/Alex tried to steady and calm her breathing so she could manage to talk. It was only fair to clarify so the poor man didn't think Mason had been kidnapped or anything.\
They retracted my adoption contract... he's gone...
/Her voice was only a whisper as she rested her forehead in the nook of his shoulder. She wasn't hysterical in any way,. she never had been but instead she was defeated... a thing she rarely ever allowed herself to be, much less let anyone else see it.\
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Nov 19 2015, 09:50 PM
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He wasn't in any hurry to move or have an answer out of her, he could wait her out. Usually had to, anyway. But his blood ran cold when she said they'd taken Mason...his mine immediately jumping to the worst conclusion. He knew that they were, not that that had ever really...be brought up. He'd helped the lot of them out that one time when a tussle went down on a camping trip but it was one of those things they both willingly avoided discussing. But he was raised in the life, he knew what it meant when people just up and went missing or were taken.
Her clarification eased his heart rate, but he knew it didn't make anything better for her. West had given up on the notion of children early on- couldn't justify the risks. Nothing would make him on with bringing an innocent child into a pack life of unnecessary violence and hierarchy. He might have left that life behind him, and set out on his own after his sister was killed, but the pack life never really went away. You could leave it but it would always find its way to you....so he'd made his mind up to never subject anyone to the life he'd despised so much and had remained unattached.
Then Alex had to happen.
And with her, feelings. And a kid. It hadn't been easy, but he'd never tried to come between her and Mason, or dissuade her from her choice. It was noble, even he could see that. But he also wouldn't lie to her and try to fake something he wasn't. He'd rather just stay out of the way. He'd never wanted that aspect of their life to go away though, and he knew what kind of blow this was, how devastated she must feel.
He'd almost prefer her hysterical, instead of the desolation and defeatedness in her voice. Letting her root her forehead into his collarbone, he absently rubbed the small of her back as he tried to figure out how to best comfort her. As a man, he, historically, was bad at this. After a moment, he stepped back and let his hands rest on her shoulders.
They're a bunch of morons- probably can't tell their assholes from their appetite. You were the best thing to happen to Mason, just like you are to me, and if they can't be made to see that, they're a lost cause. Is there no way to fight them? Come on..you're drenched, I've got some clothes in the back.
West figured she'd already gone around and around to every option available to end up on his doorstep. She'd not be so defeated if she hadn't tried everything she could have and found nothing. Now separated from her he could feel how damp his shirt had become when he'd held her, how soaked she really was. He took her to the back workshop and sat her on a bench while he went to fetch one of his sweatshirts and a cup of coffee. When you worked out of your shop as much as he did, you kept a quarter of your wardrobe and kitchen there.
Setting the sweatshirt beside her on the bench he knelt in front of her and wrapped her chilled hands around the warm mug, keeping his calloused, warm hands around them. Looking up at her, his grey eyes were conflicted, not really knowing how to handle emotions well, knowing she needed him but having no idea how to fix...well..any of it.
I wish I had the tool that fixed this sweetheart...I don't know if I can even try, but, I will, you just say what you need.
West had always been the provider and fixer type of person. His parents had never been great examples in terms of a loving relationship for him to learn how that was supposed to work. They were more like business partners with children. What he learned of compassion and empathy had been growing up with his sister and learning how to defend her. His hobbies had taught him how to use his hands to built and fix, and it had just made sense to him....but when it came to stuff like this he just didn't know what he was expected to do. He just knew he couldn't do nothing, and not be there for her.
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Alex Hysen
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Nov 19 2015, 10:47 PM
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/West didn't' really do tears and emotions. That had suited her just fine. Perhaps that was what had worked for them thus far. He was a worker and he understood practical. He knew work and commitments came first and that it wasn't a slight to have to get a job done. She saw it the same. While it was most often her job that was the odd hours and inconvenient calls he'd had a few and she understood as well as he did. They both had their own lives and didn't rely on each other to get through their own. Alex would have ended up at the same eventual conclusions without West but well, she didn't have to, didn't want to. There wasn't anything he could do, anything anyone could do and that was why she'd waited to come to him. She'd already exhausted the channels that may have been able to help.\
/She didn't have an answer for him and while she appreciated his words she already knew the situation. He was supporting her and that meant enough in itself. She'd originally regarded Mason as her last link to a 'normal' life, last semblance of the general curve of things. He had never been a child to her, more like a younger brother that she had become guardian of. Their relationship was different, it didn't fit in a category.\
/Alex dropped onto West's work bench and when he handed over the sweater she ignored it at first, clearly still lost in a loop of thoughts. The warmth in her hands began to pull her free of it and slowly, like the colour retuning to her lips life seemed to return to her as well. she cradled the mug for its warmth until it brought home just how cold and wet the rest of her was. She set down the mug and without batting an eye hauled her shirt off up and over her head, dropping it beside her in a ball before gratefully pulling on West's sweater and curling her arms around herself in it.\
I'm sorry... I don't know what I need. We pulled all the strings we could but...
/But it hadn't worked. That much was clear. Alex dropped her head in her hands for a moment, taking a few breaths before lifting her head to look at him, every ounce of the professional, well kept and always presentable, rational, logical Alex was gone, replaced by a tired, worn out and wet blonde with the same blue eyes.\
I haven't been completely honest with you about myself... I didn't think it was going to matter but I guess it does. It was enough for them to take Mason from me...
/That came across a lot more loaded than she'd meant it but well, she had the information and she wasn't thinking clear right now.\
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Nov 19 2015, 11:50 PM
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He wasn't keen on how vacant and lost in her head she was- if anything that was going to do more harm than good. When she moved to put the coffee down he let her hands go and was about to stand up when she stripped from the waist up and put his sweatshirt on. He blinked at her, then the pile of wet clothes essentially between his feed, and couldn't help a silent chuckle. Well, that was that, in a very Alex fashion. Picking up the discarded clothes he stood and took them to a clothes line he had running the length of the short wall for handing thin sheets of wood he used for layering. The floors of the shop was concrete, they could drip all they needed, at least it wasn't going to be in front of her.
As he walked back he knocked the sawdust off his forearms, finally realizing he was half ceder shavings at this point, and let her talk. She could talk out anything she needed, he wasn't great at it but, he'd do what he could. Her mentioning not being totally honest with him made him raise a brow, but, he sat on the bench beside her and put an arm over her shoulders, offering his body heat to warm her up should she want it.
Can't imagine it being enough for all that, but, I trust you not to lie to me too. You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to. I just know....I know that what you've done doesn't dictate who you are and what you do now. And to me...you've done more to help people in the time I've known you than anyone else I know. That's more important.
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Nov 20 2015, 12:05 AM
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/Once settled in his dry and warm sweater Alex reached for the mug again like a life line. She was starting to realize just how cold she was. She knew perfectly well that she wasn't in risk of hurting herself with the cold, but that warm body that just sat down beside her wasn't about to go to waste. Alex leaned into him and took a sip of the warm liquid. He was always practical and she liked that about him.\
Don't worry, I didn't kill anyone.
/It was a wry comment, but she could feel that slight withdrawal from him. He tried to hide it but he was working against a licensed EMT who spent her day dealing with people who weren't always ready to be either A) completely honest, or B) completely trusting. He wasn't shying away but it was kind of the same as when she mentioned Mason. He didn't know what to do but bless his heart, he tried.\
/Alex let herself hide in the mug for a few minutes, seeping warmth greedily from both it and West. She'd tell him all of it, but later. Not because she didn't want to tell him, but because he was already clearly a fish out of water here and really, why should she sit and wallow? She knew Mason would be telling her to wipe her eyes and do something that made her happy. She also knew that just because she found a way to distract herself and make herself happy when she was hurting didn't mean she'd be forgetting him, or tarnishing his memory any.\
/Alex settled her head against West's shoulder and settled her lips against his neck and then his jaw. She smiled slightly at the fact that he was covered in a mix of sweat and sawdust. It made her laugh a touch and slowly she felt herself returning to a more recognizable state of human.\
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Nov 20 2015, 05:02 PM
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He let her nest up to him as much as she wanted and settled his hand on her off hip, solid and supportive as the wooden bench they sat on. Her comment about not killing anyone made him kind of tilt his head, a gentle nudge against her hair as she drank, and look at the far wall over top of her quizzically. Well, it hadn't been a real concern, but, you know, she had a point, that had been an option. Kissing her hair again he chuckled a little as she buried herself in his chest and the mug.
That's a start at least.
Silence didn't scare him, he was used to being alone so much that now, he was slightly surprised at how...ok Alex had been with silence. She didn't need mindless chatter and entertainment which was good for West because he wasn't a very entertaining guy. I mean, /he/ thought his jokes were funny, others, not so much. Sometimes Alex gave him a pity laugh, like a good girlfriend. Their wry, off senses of humor complemented each other and when she gave that comment, it was a good indicator she was getting back into her own headspace and he relaxed some.
Work sat on the tables, tools glaring in neglect but he didn't care. She was a more than welcome distraction in his life and if she needed him to sit there while she came to grips, he could do that all day. Well....until noon. That old woman who ran the book store was a slave driver and had a voice that could take paint off a wall, and he did /not/ want to listen to that for three hours if he was late to an appointment. But, still.
His absent thoughts jumped back to present as he felt her lips on his neck and jaw, heart jumping in pleasant surprise. A smile stole across his lips and he pulled away from her enough to look down as she chuckled, lifting a brow at her.
If I knew that coffee and one of my sweatshirts improved your mood that quickly, I'd have tried that a long time ago.
One hand lifted from resting on the bench below them to brush the still damp hair from her face and trace his thumb over her cheek. Even when she was a wreck, she was the prettiest thing in this town. Settling his lips on hers he gave a firm, reassuring kiss, hand resting along her neck, enjoying the lingering coffee and laugh on her lips. They could sort out miscommunications as they happened, but for now, if they were ok...they were ok.
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Nov 26 2015, 01:59 AM
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It was a good thing that her sense of humour didn't scare him off. Her hands stayed clutched around the warm mug as he kissed her, a smile pulling at the corners of her lisp as she returned it. Stealing a second short kiss Alex pulled away to take another sip of the coffee. She bumped her forehead against West's and closed her eyes. With each passing moment the tension in her shoulders began to fade. It would take a long time for her to heal, and she'd no doubt go through highs and lows with this but for now, she was calm, or numb. She wasn't sure which, but didn't really care either.
Don't let me keep you from work. I can stay here and enjoy this coffee and sweater.
She took another sip and settled her head back on West's shoulder. The shop was oddly silent. It was an odd silence to her, like life stopping, just as hers had not even 12 hours ago. Alex buried the thought in her mug. She had to make sure she wasn't a complete roller coaster of emotion. That would just chase West off. she kept silent, trying to get herself back to the more balanced place she'd been in only a few moments before. the first few days would be the hardest for this, the back and forth. She could only hope that she could keep it together enough to not chase him away.
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Nov 26 2015, 11:02 PM
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He wasn't sure what was helping but he could see her mood lift, like a caul slowly being pulled away, and he wasn't going to question it. Letting her retreat to her mug and rest against him, though, he felt the tension slipping back in, felt her tensing again as if building herself up in preparation for a potential fall. Running his hand easily up her upper arm and squeezing her shoulder gently, he smiled as he let her sit up so he could stand.
You aren't keeping me from anything important, Alex. Nothing more so than you. But, if you want some background noise, that I can do. If you need to top off, you know where the kitchen is. Whole pot's waiting.
West would have been content to just let her cozy up with him until his appointment at lunch, but he knew her body language well enough to know that she was still figuring things out. And if she needed distractions, that he had in spades, however she'd rather it. Nothing he was working on would require her to need earplugs, so he went back to sanding the sides of a bird house he'd left out. Red and white lacquer had been requested, and detailed carvings on only one side. He'd finish those once he finished prepping the sides for the lacquer.
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Nov 27 2015, 01:15 AM
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West may think that he messed things up and had no idea what to do with her but he was doing a pretty good job reading her. Background noise.. yeah that was what she needed. Alex gave a thankful nod and watched him as he moved across the shop. She leaned back on the bench she was on, pulling her feet up to the bench after she slipped her soaked shoes off. Her pants were still wet but right now she didn't care.
It took a little while of just listening to West work before she could gather any semblance of thoughts again. Her blue eyes stared of across the shop as she finished the coffee. Uncurling to refill the mug Alex set it down and shed her socks as well. The floor was concrete but she didn't need to track water all over. Standing up and grabbing the mug Alex made her way around the outside of the shop to be sure she kept to the clean areas in her bare feet. West didn't need her getting a bad sliver simply because she was uncomfortable in her wet shoes.
Moving was awkward, her work pants heavily weighed down and clinging to her legs. She made her way into the small kitchen and smiled at the cozy feel. West was practical and as she reached for the warm pot to refill her mug she found that brought her a sense of comfort. The pack could be so much chaos but West... he was so far away from that. He was quiet, he appreciated the simple things and right now, that was important to her. She only had the small things, the simple things to hold onto.
Moving to the doorway Alex nursed the mug and leaned on the doorframe to watch West. What he did was a quickly dying art but she understood the satisfaction he got from working with his hands, creating.
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Nov 28 2015, 04:22 PM
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Reading body language was what he did- conditioned at a young age, in order to survive life in a pack of werewolves who didn't care for a freak like him to be around any more than he was. If he didn't catch on to when he wasn't wanted, it didn't end well for him. So he'd learned. What he didn't learn was the emotional responses. He knew she was upset, but he couldn't empathize, not properly. That's what he always screwed up. He was just lucky that Alex wasn't like most flippant, overemotional women- he'd managed to only screw up now and then instead of left and right.
The steady, rhythmic scrape and sand created a soothing background noise for the both of them, West idly humming a classic rock song that was highly incongruous to his current surroundings. A few more curls of wood here, scrape here. The form of a chickadee was making its way through the wood along the front, framing the opening through which a similar little fowl would soon make its home.
It was an antiquated art, and not the most lucrative, but there was something soothing about it, something grounding and reliable. A few things his life had been short on, mostly. Glancing over his shoulder, his grey eyes found Alex resting against the doorframe, nursing her coffee, and he smiled despite himself.
While I'm sure I'm a great view, especially from behind, it might be more entertaining to get your hands dirty. Come on, blondie,
He jerked his chin to the stool next to him and invited her over. Background noise was good and well until you got used to it, then your brain took over again. Besides, it would help pass the time for both of them and keep him from making any stupid comments...well..mostly.
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Dec 1 2015, 01:50 AM
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Alex couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at West's comment. He wasn't one for giving himself much credit so she didn't respond with any smart ass reply. She did smile and set her coffee mug down where she knew it wouldn't stand any chance of ruining a piece. She made her way over to him and took the offered tool. She wasn't exactly artistic but she was certainly used to using her hands for both fine detail and more broad projects.
You know I'm going to expect a commission on this for all my work.
She kissed his jaw and then turned her attention on the piece, letting the challenge of what was infront of her occupy her mind. She didn't have his skill and practice but she also knew these were rougher cuts to be cleaned and fine tuned in later layers. she worked in silence, listening to his guidance and picking it up quickly enough. She wasn't ready to take over his shop for him but she wasn't going to ruin this piece either.
Alex was used to using her hands but holding the tools was different than what she did. Sitting up Alex put down the chisel and massaged her cramping hands. She wasn't sure how much time had passed but it occurred to her that he'd mentioned he did have a job later on.
Don't you have an appointment?
She shook her head to stop the answer she knew was coming. 'It can wait.'
I don't want to interrupt your day or put anyone out. You've helped a lot, thank you. Now go.
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Dec 1 2015, 08:33 PM
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West only ever embellished himself or showed any narcissism when it suited a jibe, or was an assist in his wry humor. He'd never really say it meaningfully, he'd not be able to keep a straight face. He smiled at her kiss, eyes remaining on the ever so gentle pull of his knife, thin shavings of pine curling and fluttering down to the table. When she proclaimed commission and sat next to him he shot her a grin.
I'll be sure you get paid one way or another- I'm still making you dinner sometime, maybe I'll make it extra fancy. Here, take these, and the only rule is not to cut yourself. This is a scrap piece anyway, I cut them for practice before I work on the final front pieces so, don't worry too much about it. Try to think of the overall shape of the bird first. Think of the wee little ones that won't shut up as soon as the sun's up, that you'd just as soon slam with the window- small, round, very animated. They have the most character. Start broad, work to the fines, you'll be fine.
He let her find her hand on her own, only correcting her hand posture once or twice to ensure she didn't hurt herself, but otherwise worked in companionable silence. He found working ones hands helped the mind work out what it needed to a little easier. Her voice drew him from his work and he set his awl down and saw her rubbing her hands. Frowning slightly he almost missed her question, taking her hands in his and working at the knot just inside the wrist- that was the first ligament to cramp up usually. Opening his mouth to answer he snapped it shut as she reprimanded him prematurely.
Smiling wryly, he rubbed her hands gently but firmly, calloused hands limber still despite the tedious, cramped work he'd just been at.
Alright then, if there's no convincing you now, I'll have to convince you later I suppose. Won't take me long, I hope- just a few shelving repairs at the bookstore in town. Here,
He released her hands and stood to paw in his jean pocket. retrieving his apartment key, he handed it over to Alex, brow raised in a way that said if she got to stop him from being him he could do the same.
I'm sure you still have work and a world to save but, do me a favor at least? Go get a warm shower and a little rest before you tackle all that? Last thing I need is you getting yourself hurt on the job-I'll see you later. Maybe even for that dinner I threatened you with.
The wry smile was back on his lips, no real barbs laced in his words, no irritation; just the reiteration of an offer. It was still hers, should she want it. And little could he know that her little furry problem (of course he knew, but was he /about/ to let her know that? No, thanks, he'd let that conversation just wait) happened on the job. Oh, well. The sentiment remained.
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Alex Hysen
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Dec 2 2015, 01:37 AM
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The distraction was a welcome one and she laughed at his oh so apt description of the little round buggers. She worked at his guidance for a while and didn't fight it when he began to work on her hands. She was gripping the tools tighter than needed and it had started to ache.
Her blue eyes danced with the faint hints of life again as she caught him before he could protest. Seemed they did know each other because he threw it right back at her. Alex took the key and gave him a parting kiss, carefully setting down his tool.
I don't work again until tomorrow... I'll take you up on that dinner. and the wine.
Alex took the offered key and headed back for her shoes. The walk to her jeep wasn't far and she could warm up once she made it to his place.
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