“There’s a printing press that needs an extra hand,” he explained in the simplest way possible, sparing Dominique the explanation of how one of the employees had literally lost a hand in a weird work-related accident. “My literacy seems to be my only marketable skill in this community.” Caspar did have other skills, but his appearance and religious background wasn’t something he could hide. It had caused the most difficulty in his search for work. However, he did have the flawless handwriting and careful editing skills of a monk that were hard for such a business to turn away. Though it was still unknown what the entirety of his work would be.
Pausing for a moment he sat the rest of their dirty dishes by the sink where Dominique was washing them. He then picked up a towel to start drying the ones that had already been cleaned. Between the silence and avoidance, it had been very difficult to establish any sort of household routines. He couldn’t help but be a bit grateful that at least cleaning up after their dinner together went without questioning. He still wasn’t entirely sure what other chores were expected of him in a normal home setting, but he was trying to do what he could while he was there.
“It’s… a little far to walk everyday,” he began in his continued poor attempts to make conversation between them, “but the pay is good, I think. It will pay for rent and food at least.” Not that his idea of paying for food meant a lot. Bread. Wine. Occasionally some meat. Some porridge or other vegetables, perhaps. He really shouldn’t have been left to buy their groceries. Though, to be fair, he had no idea of what Dominique was expecting. He wasn’t sure how to ask yet.
Caspar hesitantly looked at Dominique, giving himself only a brief moment to study any expression that might be there before looking away again. “Has everything been alright here during the day?” He really had no idea what the other man did during the day, but it didn’t seem like he had left their home much, if at all.