He's not a hundred percent sure what a Volkswagen is but it sounds big and bulky and he doesn't need to know what it is to get her point anyway; after she takes the potechi, he takes his own sip of wine. He's no wine connoisseur, but it tastes pretty damn good to him.
Things usually taste better to him when he shares them with Beth.
"Uh..." He scratches his chin. "Dora. She said her name was Dora, and her son's Anthony. She has another kid, too, that they adopted. She said they live at the end of the staff wing if we ever want to visit."
That out of the way, he backs up to her earlier and in his opinion more important statement. Setting down the chopsticks, he takes her hand in his. "You know, Beth, I love you. That's no secret. I'll do whatever you want, whenever you want. Whatever makes you feel good, whenever it feels right. All you've got to do is... hell, I can't say it with a straight face." Laughing, he whistles for her.
If he could make it through being separated from her for a month and then through another month till his ribs healed, he can wait for however long she needs. She wasn't the only one who didn't exactly have a full romantic schedule in the couple of years before they arrived here.
He knows how to wait.
But not for food; he hands her a knife and fork and makes a makeshift tabletop out of the tray so the wine glasses don't fall over on the bed. They might as well take advantage of the opportunity while Junior's sleeping, seeing as how today she's been up and hungry every couple or three hours.
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Date: 2006-09-25 07:06 am (UTC)Things usually taste better to him when he shares them with Beth.
"Uh..." He scratches his chin. "Dora. She said her name was Dora, and her son's Anthony. She has another kid, too, that they adopted. She said they live at the end of the staff wing if we ever want to visit."
That out of the way, he backs up to her earlier and in his opinion more important statement. Setting down the chopsticks, he takes her hand in his. "You know, Beth, I love you. That's no secret. I'll do whatever you want, whenever you want. Whatever makes you feel good, whenever it feels right. All you've got to do is... hell, I can't say it with a straight face." Laughing, he whistles for her.
If he could make it through being separated from her for a month and then through another month till his ribs healed, he can wait for however long she needs. She wasn't the only one who didn't exactly have a full romantic schedule in the couple of years before they arrived here.
He knows how to wait.
But not for food; he hands her a knife and fork and makes a makeshift tabletop out of the tray so the wine glasses don't fall over on the bed. They might as well take advantage of the opportunity while Junior's sleeping, seeing as how today she's been up and hungry every couple or three hours.
For once, he's damn glad to be an opportunist.