ππΆππππΎππ πΉπππ·ππ (brightlight) wrote in irreparable,
"I'm fantastic! Much better with you here, M'Dear." Stephen said, giving her a bright grin as he pulled back from the hug. He moved to pick up her guitar case and motioned toward the kitchen. "Go on in. I'll set this in the music room and come meet you. There are bowls on the counter, spoons and forks, and probably enough food to choke an army, if we wanted to."
He motioned again before stepping down the step and across the living room to the music area to set her guitar down. He couldn't wait to get to playing with her again. The whole group could start playing together! It'd be a wonderful jam session. Then he jogged to the kitchen to catch up with her, to make sure she was getting enough to eat and drink.