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puckandpie) wrote2017-05-31 09:59 pm
puckandpie) wrote2017-05-31 09:59 pm
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If there's anything likely to make me reconsider deciding to take a few summer courses, it's this last week of finals for the spring semester. Though, if I'm honest, it's not the exams that have got me so stressed out but the projects. I swear I've been working harder than a rooster in a hen house trying to get everything in line. I even had to take a week off of working at Semele's to make sure I didn't run myself into the ground like last semester and, even if I'm not as overwhelmed as I'd been then, I'm still just about to tear my hair out.
I'm glad when Jack decides to head out and get some fresh air, partially because the last thing we both need is for me to take out all my nervous energy on him and also because it's just nice to see Jack out and socializing with people. I know it's not always the easiest thing for him to do, but he's come so far in the past year or so. It's nice to be reminded.
I've had a few hours alone in the kitchen while he's been gone, complete with locking the pups and Elvis up on Jack's apartment to keep from tripping over any four-legged furriness. I'm pretty sure I've got two of my dishes nearly down and I'm just starting on the third -- some fried green tomatoes with miso mayo and thai basil -- when I hear the familiar jangle of keys in the lock.
Happy for the interruption, I quickly grab a towel and wipe off my hands, smiling in relief as I turn to face Jack right as he walks in.
Except what I see makes everything come to a screeching halt.
Instantly, I've dropped the towel back on the counter and I'm rushing forward. "Oh my goodness, Jack, what happened to your face??"
I'm glad when Jack decides to head out and get some fresh air, partially because the last thing we both need is for me to take out all my nervous energy on him and also because it's just nice to see Jack out and socializing with people. I know it's not always the easiest thing for him to do, but he's come so far in the past year or so. It's nice to be reminded.
I've had a few hours alone in the kitchen while he's been gone, complete with locking the pups and Elvis up on Jack's apartment to keep from tripping over any four-legged furriness. I'm pretty sure I've got two of my dishes nearly down and I'm just starting on the third -- some fried green tomatoes with miso mayo and thai basil -- when I hear the familiar jangle of keys in the lock.
Happy for the interruption, I quickly grab a towel and wipe off my hands, smiling in relief as I turn to face Jack right as he walks in.
Except what I see makes everything come to a screeching halt.
Instantly, I've dropped the towel back on the counter and I'm rushing forward. "Oh my goodness, Jack, what happened to your face??"
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After a few quiet moments, he shifts again, his blue eyes locking on mine and I let out a soft breath as he pushes himself up, only a little disappointed to no longer have the weight of his head on my lap. I know it's only for a while though.
"Oh goodness, don't give me that look," I tell him, grinning even as I roll my eyes. "Of course they can stay over. Might as well start in on things, yeah? What do you think I am, some kinda monster who's gonna force them to stay over at your place until the very last moment? You know I love those two idiots just as much as you do."
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I didn't think for a second that Bittle would say no, but I still grin at his answer and lean in for a gentle kiss, careful of my nose. Straightening up, I grab his hand and tug him off of the couch.
"Come with me," I plead, threading our fingers together. "My face hurts."
What this has to do with walking the dogs, I don't know, but it feels like it'll work. "We'll get some fresh air and then come back and eat more cookies."