Iris and Manning at home Who: Iris and Manning What: Talking Where: At the Thorsen house When: Following this Warnings/Rating: None yet.
Was he nervous? It would have made sense for him to be so. There were things, many things, about his past that they hadn't discussed, even after they'd had their conversation regarding his age. There were questions she hadn't asked and stories he hadn't volunteered. And perhaps it was -- harder for her. Questions were always pressing, even when they weren't.
He pulled up into the driveway and turned off the truck. They'd already started packing the house up, there would only be a few more times where he would be parking in this driveway and not their new one, but they weren't moved yet. And this? It wasn't a thing that would delay their move. Iris was smart, regardless of what others might think of her. He wouldn't be surprised if she had figured some things out, or guessed and never questioned to confirm.
Sliding his keys into his front pocket, he headed into the house, heavy boots loud on the tiles of the sidewalk. The dogs greeted him first, and he ran his hands lovingly over their muzzles and heads as he headed deeper inside to find Iris.
And no, he wasn't nervous. It was time for her to have the truth, whether she figured it out yet or not. It was time. "Iris?"