Who: Eleni and Kenny. When: Sunday morning. Where: Their house. Rating: TBD. Warnings: None yet. Summary: A short summary of what is to take place.
From the outside the whole scene looked like something in a movie. Eleni was curled up in a comfy chair, her sweater and underwear-clad form wrapped in a blanket, staring out the window at the rain. In her hands a large mug produced curls of steam from her peppermint tea (the nausea was hanging around), which she seemed to be warming her hands with as much as she was drinking it. She didn't even turn to look at Kenny as she heard him come into earshot.
"I don't think I'd be very good..." She spoke into the general area, still staring out the window. "I'd have to stop being such a bitch to you." Half a thought, no clue as to what she was talking about, almost like she just expected her husband to pick up on the thoughts that were rattling around her head.