“Do they?” Llewellyn responded with a curious tone, glancing at her with a tilt of his head. “I wonder why. I don’t think that’s an issue where I’m from.” And he’d really always been partial to ketchup in particular, which was probably a little more frowned upon when it came to nicer food… But he liked what he liked, and he didn’t think much about it beyond that.
Llewellyn had noticed that she had a hard time with relaxing, or allowing herself to enjoy some possibilities. It was worrying, to say the least, but it wasn’t like he didn’t understand that. It had taken him quite some time to adjust to the idea himself. “Sometimes that’s easier said than done?” Most things were, of course. “Helps to have a reason to, and uh- the right distraction from the things that make it hard to relax.” Good friends, and Rhy had gone a long way for that in his experience, not that he didn’t relapse sometimes… And he was still prone to worrying at times.
“I suppose we are.” He ducked his head with a slightly pleased smile. He knew it sounded rather absurd. But they both agreed that it was something they wanted, and they were going to enjoy these opportunities together while they could. He hummed a little at her comment, “Thank you. We’ve narrowed it down quite a bit, so we’re hoping to have things worked out once things quiet down a little.” The celebration was keeping Rhy very busy, and Llewellyn was pleased his husband’s project had been so well received at the tailor shop.
“Are they?” He looked at Ivy again at the idea that the apartments were smaller than she was used to. “I’ve always um- lived in boarding houses, if I’m being honest. Never really had a proper home before. Renting a room to rest my head when I wasn’t working seemed like the most I needed in my world.” He’d practically convinced himself it was all he’d ever need back in those days. It was odd to look back on that and see how much had changed when limitations were removed from the equation.
He chuckled a little at that, “You have my word he won’t hear it from me, though he might like to hear it more from you than myself, anyway.” He added with a slight rise of his brow.
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Llewellyn had noticed that she had a hard time with relaxing, or allowing herself to enjoy some possibilities. It was worrying, to say the least, but it wasn’t like he didn’t understand that. It had taken him quite some time to adjust to the idea himself. “Sometimes that’s easier said than done?” Most things were, of course. “Helps to have a reason to, and uh- the right distraction from the things that make it hard to relax.” Good friends, and Rhy had gone a long way for that in his experience, not that he didn’t relapse sometimes… And he was still prone to worrying at times.
“I suppose we are.” He ducked his head with a slightly pleased smile. He knew it sounded rather absurd. But they both agreed that it was something they wanted, and they were going to enjoy these opportunities together while they could. He hummed a little at her comment, “Thank you. We’ve narrowed it down quite a bit, so we’re hoping to have things worked out once things quiet down a little.” The celebration was keeping Rhy very busy, and Llewellyn was pleased his husband’s project had been so well received at the tailor shop.
“Are they?” He looked at Ivy again at the idea that the apartments were smaller than she was used to. “I’ve always um- lived in boarding houses, if I’m being honest. Never really had a proper home before. Renting a room to rest my head when I wasn’t working seemed like the most I needed in my world.” He’d practically convinced himself it was all he’d ever need back in those days. It was odd to look back on that and see how much had changed when limitations were removed from the equation.
He chuckled a little at that, “You have my word he won’t hear it from me, though he might like to hear it more from you than myself, anyway.” He added with a slight rise of his brow.