Re: Quicklog: Sadie and Misha
Misha, he listened. There wasn't nothing specific she said that told him nothing ironclad, and he was still plenty caught up in not wanting to make things worse for her. He reckoned the first tale, the one 'bout twins or a third, that could make some sense, though he still reckoned it sounded cruel in a way he didn't like any. The rest, it was all confusing sounding, and likely that showed plenty clear on the boy's face. He could tell she was holding back, but he let her, and he didn't press on it any. She had a right to her privacy, and he just smiled at her real fond. "Honey, I got trouble believing you make anyone uncomfortable. And, if you did, then I reckon it was them having troubles, not you." It was said real honest, and he believed his own words entire. She was real sweet, and he wasn't shifting him opinion 'bout her any. He just reckoned there was more she wasn't saying, but there would be time for confessions. He wasn't giving her up any as a friend, and that meant the door, it was always wide open.
She brung back cookies and milk, and he ate the warm, gooey cookies, and then he downed the milk real content. It tasted wonderful, and he'd been raised knowing the best compliment to someone's cooking was to leave only crumbs behind.
"You put a pillow down for me, and I'll be real grateful," he said of him sitting near the oven next time. Then, he nodded at her, taking her thanks and acknowledging it with the movement. "You're welcome. I understand folks don't like talking 'bout all their ills early on, so don't you feel you got to thank me. We got time to get to know each other better," he promised, and, then, he stood. He set the napkin and glass aside, next to the nail polish he'd used, and he walked on over to her.
Misha, he was plenty tall, and he had to bend plenty to give her a hug, sitting like she was, and then he smiled and tried to keep from banging his head on the trailer roof. "Thank you kindly for the visiting," he said, real polite. "I'll have Damian tell his sister 'bout dining, and then I'll message you to see if we can all suss a time," he told her, blue eyes real alight with looking forward to their next planned meeting. "And you just holler if you need help with that show," he added, moving toward the door slow 'nough that it was plenty obvious he'd had a nice time and that he wasn't rushing to get no place.