He reaches behind him to adjust the pillow at his back. Talking about the bed and the quality of it just makes him more and more fine tuned on his focus of how soft this pillow is. It sinks where it meets his body and he can remember a time in his life when he liked that. If he can think far, far back... maybe his childhood room. Before military school, back at the estate. Even then Dolan hadn’t liked things to be too cushy, but this pillow probably would have suited him then. He’d have snuggled into it and fallen asleep so quickly. Sometimes he wishes he could go back. But some bells can’t be unrung. And at the end of the day, for many complicated reasons, he often chooses to believe that he doesn’t want to unring them anyway.
But the sudden shift in her tone and her slight discomfort isn’t lost on him. Granted, he’ll give it to her that it’s already an uncomfortable situation, for him at least, and he doesn’t have to go bringing up deep or troublesome topics to make it worse. He should be trying to make this easier on both of him. Peace of mind, that’s really why he’s here in the first place, isn’t it?
“Oh. By the way. You won the bet.”
He rubs the back of his neck, doing his best to put himself in a casual mood so that it comes out in his voice. On second thought, this might not be the best topic to bring up to her sitting in her bed either, but at least it’ll be better than the last.
“You remember when we bet on how long it would take that maid to talk to me? You were right. Happened today.”
He rolls his neck in her direction ever so slightly so he can admire the look of satisfaction her face, even if it is at his expense.
But the sudden shift in her tone and her slight discomfort isn’t lost on him. Granted, he’ll give it to her that it’s already an uncomfortable situation, for him at least, and he doesn’t have to go bringing up deep or troublesome topics to make it worse. He should be trying to make this easier on both of him. Peace of mind, that’s really why he’s here in the first place, isn’t it?
“Oh. By the way. You won the bet.”
He rubs the back of his neck, doing his best to put himself in a casual mood so that it comes out in his voice. On second thought, this might not be the best topic to bring up to her sitting in her bed either, but at least it’ll be better than the last.
“You remember when we bet on how long it would take that maid to talk to me? You were right. Happened today.”
He rolls his neck in her direction ever so slightly so he can admire the look of satisfaction her face, even if it is at his expense.