[He busied himself with work or at least shuffling papers into piles then reorganizing them into different piles as he rolled the conversation over in his mind. Text hid so many nuances that it was improbable of him to be able to determine his future course of action.
He couldn't yet stand up and pace around with his feet still healing, at least not as much as he would have liked. He reserved his walking for getting to specific locations. He was determined to return to routine activities by next week, but that might mean burying himself in work as he used to.
Would he give this new bright spot up if it meant not losing Jinx? In a heartbeat. Would he be happy about it? No but he'd live. He might just be quiet and withdrawn or angry and tyrannical. Having a go at Jerry and the Council would be a worthwhile distraction if it went that way...]
Alright, I'll come to the table in a minute.
[He lifted his head from resting on his forearms in his study. He slowly pushed himself to his feet and gingerly walked to the living room with an accounting book under one arm. It took him careful walking to make his way to his intended destination on the couch and eased himself into it. All of the muscle soreness was gone, so he only had to wait for his feet.]
What did you decide on for dinner? [He was opening the book and adding notations while he listened to her in the kitchen.]
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Date: 2024-07-15 12:09 am (UTC)He couldn't yet stand up and pace around with his feet still healing, at least not as much as he would have liked. He reserved his walking for getting to specific locations. He was determined to return to routine activities by next week, but that might mean burying himself in work as he used to.
Would he give this new bright spot up if it meant not losing Jinx? In a heartbeat. Would he be happy about it? No but he'd live. He might just be quiet and withdrawn or angry and tyrannical. Having a go at Jerry and the Council would be a worthwhile distraction if it went that way...]
Alright, I'll come to the table in a minute.
[He lifted his head from resting on his forearms in his study. He slowly pushed himself to his feet and gingerly walked to the living room with an accounting book under one arm. It took him careful walking to make his way to his intended destination on the couch and eased himself into it. All of the muscle soreness was gone, so he only had to wait for his feet.]
What did you decide on for dinner? [He was opening the book and adding notations while he listened to her in the kitchen.]