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fatherslove) wrote2013-06-08 12:16 am
fatherslove) wrote2013-06-08 12:16 am
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It was after the beach that he decided it was time to come out and say something, if for no other reason than that now there was clearly something to talk about. Before, he hadn't been sure. Now... He didn't really know what else he needed to make him sure.
He didn't know what this was yet. But it was something. And Eleanor deserved to know.
Deciding that turned out to be the easy part.
So for a while he waffled without wanting to admit that what he was doing was waffling, puzzling over how exactly to talk about something he wasn't sure how to define, what exactly she needed to know and what she didn't, until finally he had to accept that it was probably going to be awkward regardless of what he did.
So he ordered Chinese food. It seemed like the thing to do.
"Eleanor," he called, after he paid the delivery man and shut the apartment door, turning toward the kitchen with a bag fragrant with steamed vegetables and General Tso's chicken. "The food is here."
He didn't know what this was yet. But it was something. And Eleanor deserved to know.
Deciding that turned out to be the easy part.
So for a while he waffled without wanting to admit that what he was doing was waffling, puzzling over how exactly to talk about something he wasn't sure how to define, what exactly she needed to know and what she didn't, until finally he had to accept that it was probably going to be awkward regardless of what he did.
So he ordered Chinese food. It seemed like the thing to do.
"Eleanor," he called, after he paid the delivery man and shut the apartment door, turning toward the kitchen with a bag fragrant with steamed vegetables and General Tso's chicken. "The food is here."
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When once it had really seemed that way.