I don't remember the last time anyone called me reasonable. I must be losing my edge.
[ but he says it around a laugh, looking at his ruined shelf in amusement. the thought of waking up to alina every morning has him feeling excited again, a cautious acceptance that he hasn't bungled this beyond repair. instead they've somehow made even greater steps toward each other, defying his nagging expectation of disaster.
he's happy to make room for alina, and knows now that he should be open in showing it. rising from the couch, he wanders from room to room, imagining the ways in which they could change. he's always had a surplus of space, and many of the rooms go untouched for months at a time. zoya has claimed one of the downstairs bedrooms as her own for whenever she decides she needs a quiet place to be sour, and nikolai uses his expansive, wood-paneled study more than any other space in the house, his bedroom upstairs often going unused. ]
I'm afraid I don't have anything like your sunroom. I could possibly knock out some ceiling space and convert something into one, though. [ he pulls at the blinds in the kitchen window, letting the sun stream in. ] As for your conditions, the painting sounds more than agreeable, but how many requests for "five more minutes" am I allotted before coming to bed? I need at least three.
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[ but he says it around a laugh, looking at his ruined shelf in amusement. the thought of waking up to alina every morning has him feeling excited again, a cautious acceptance that he hasn't bungled this beyond repair. instead they've somehow made even greater steps toward each other, defying his nagging expectation of disaster.
he's happy to make room for alina, and knows now that he should be open in showing it. rising from the couch, he wanders from room to room, imagining the ways in which they could change. he's always had a surplus of space, and many of the rooms go untouched for months at a time. zoya has claimed one of the downstairs bedrooms as her own for whenever she decides she needs a quiet place to be sour, and nikolai uses his expansive, wood-paneled study more than any other space in the house, his bedroom upstairs often going unused. ]
I'm afraid I don't have anything like your sunroom. I could possibly knock out some ceiling space and convert something into one, though. [ he pulls at the blinds in the kitchen window, letting the sun stream in. ] As for your conditions, the painting sounds more than agreeable, but how many requests for "five more minutes" am I allotted before coming to bed? I need at least three.