06.Feb.19, 02:59 AM
M’dox smiled at T’bia’s joke about doing laundry, reaching over to rest his hand on the side of T’bia’s head. They really did do laundry together a lot, didn’t they? “S’okay, I don’t know what ‘nice’ is either. Maybe we’ll find out someday.” It was fine if it took a while, it just meant he and T’bia had plenty of time to spend together in order to find out.
He was momentarily thrown off guard by T’bia’s suggestion they do something M’dox had been putting off, because the first thing that came to mind was visiting his family. M’dox immediately squashed that thought. A family visit was not the kind of thing to be done when half awake and without proper planning at least a few days in advance so he could give them some warning or something. And also prepare himself for seeing his family for the first time in — had it really been over four turns since he’d seen them last? They were going to think he was avoiding them. Which he was, but M’dox didn’t want them to think that. It was far too early to think about his family and why he did or did not want to see them again. Because he did want to see them. Someday. Just not today. So he blurted out the second thing he’d been putting off to avoid saying the first one.
“I need to organize my closet,” M’dox said, glancing over at the offending area of the room, “it’s a disaster. You don’t have to help me with that, though, it’s not your mess.” It wasn’t T’bia’s job to help his boyfriend neaten up his weyr because he couldn’t stop getting more stuff and just shoved things in the closet when he didn’t feel like dealing with them. Like gifts for his family and skirts.
He was momentarily thrown off guard by T’bia’s suggestion they do something M’dox had been putting off, because the first thing that came to mind was visiting his family. M’dox immediately squashed that thought. A family visit was not the kind of thing to be done when half awake and without proper planning at least a few days in advance so he could give them some warning or something. And also prepare himself for seeing his family for the first time in — had it really been over four turns since he’d seen them last? They were going to think he was avoiding them. Which he was, but M’dox didn’t want them to think that. It was far too early to think about his family and why he did or did not want to see them again. Because he did want to see them. Someday. Just not today. So he blurted out the second thing he’d been putting off to avoid saying the first one.
“I need to organize my closet,” M’dox said, glancing over at the offending area of the room, “it’s a disaster. You don’t have to help me with that, though, it’s not your mess.” It wasn’t T’bia’s job to help his boyfriend neaten up his weyr because he couldn’t stop getting more stuff and just shoved things in the closet when he didn’t feel like dealing with them. Like gifts for his family and skirts.