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paradisalogs2012-02-28 10:08 am
unnaturalpause) wrote in paradisalogs2012-02-28 10:08 am
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Who: James Watson and Helen Magnus
What: Dinner
When: Sometime before the Fight of Doom (tm)
Where: James's room
Rating: They're Victorians...
This was a dinner James had been looking forward too. Somewhat. It was Helen, and he did owe her for when he had been a child and had caused her well, grief, at least in his mind. So while he wanted to pay her back (and he did, he truly did) he was also leary. Because he was rather afraid she wouldn't let him forget that at all.
Which was all well and good for certain things but in this case it truly wasn't. At least not to him.
But as had become so common to him before, he had started the food early enough, cleaned his room, but this time allowed Toby to stay in his spot in front of the chair. Minus a jacket on James and the music a bit less normal for him, still instumental but not his usual type, it was obvious he was more comfortable with Helen. She was the exception to many things and in how familiar he was with her she always would be the exception. Not that he would ever say why (feelings, they were important but not needed, not here) but it was enough. She was a good friend, and that was really all there was to it.
And he kept that in mind as he worked, waiting for her arrival.
What: Dinner
When: Sometime before the Fight of Doom (tm)
Where: James's room
Rating: They're Victorians...
This was a dinner James had been looking forward too. Somewhat. It was Helen, and he did owe her for when he had been a child and had caused her well, grief, at least in his mind. So while he wanted to pay her back (and he did, he truly did) he was also leary. Because he was rather afraid she wouldn't let him forget that at all.
Which was all well and good for certain things but in this case it truly wasn't. At least not to him.
But as had become so common to him before, he had started the food early enough, cleaned his room, but this time allowed Toby to stay in his spot in front of the chair. Minus a jacket on James and the music a bit less normal for him, still instumental but not his usual type, it was obvious he was more comfortable with Helen. She was the exception to many things and in how familiar he was with her she always would be the exception. Not that he would ever say why (feelings, they were important but not needed, not here) but it was enough. She was a good friend, and that was really all there was to it.
And he kept that in mind as he worked, waiting for her arrival.