[Hearing her voice, Saul turned to face her, breaking into a smile, weary but joyful. Perhaps he wasn't thinking straight, but he had the sudden urge to do something ridiculous; to sweep her up and laugh, maybe, something like that. He didn't, though, just moved a little closer, returned her gesture, placing his hand on hers.]
Carmen.
[Finally he opened the door. The air inside was musty with neglect, yet dry. It had been summer when he'd last been there, but he had some firewood stacked up for cooking. Maybe it could still be used. He shuffled aroundn the small kitchen, half relearning its geography.]
Thank you. Please, sit, the fireplace should still work... [He would have liked to lean on her, perhaps, but no - no, it was too soon.]
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Date: 2009-12-07 11:53 am (UTC)Carmen.
[Finally he opened the door. The air inside was musty with neglect, yet dry. It had been summer when he'd last been there, but he had some firewood stacked up for cooking. Maybe it could still be used. He shuffled aroundn the small kitchen, half relearning its geography.]
Thank you. Please, sit, the fireplace should still work... [He would have liked to lean on her, perhaps, but no - no, it was too soon.]