Alright. Again, not the first time he'd had to answer this question.
"When we found a kitten... it was in our well. We put the fish we were going to have for dinner in the bucket to lure it in, so we could pull it up. She fell in love. She was so.. resilient. To everything. Despite how we met, she still found joy in the little things, like kittens, and new dresses..."
With the sofa given to him, he laid back completely, keeping his shoes off the cushions. "Hmm.. our wedding, obviously...whenever we visited her family, of course, well, at first," he amended, and then became quiet.
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Adora glanced back over at him to see that he'd laid down, smiled a little and went back to work. She had no problems helping him run through those times if it helped him. Even if it didn't, he'd wanted to talk about them.
Besides, Adora had been getting used to the hugging for comfort thing, slowly but surely. Were hugs necessary, she could provide them.
"Did you get along with her family? I never really spent time with anyone's family, so that is a very different experience for me."
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He popped his head up. "Really? No one's? At all? Ever?"
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Adora shook her head and finished mapping out the rolling hills and trees she wanted to with the green, then changed colors once more. Maybe she could do the view that had Hadrian's Wall. That had always been kind of interesting.
"Nope. Never. I would stay with artists, masters of their trade. I sold much of my early work so that I had money to pay for my own accommodations, and even for the more prolonged suitors I had, they gave me gifts normally to keep me out of view of their family." Adora shrugged. "It kind of goes along with the territory of never being someone's wife or girlfriend, but rather the concubine."
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"Ah. Well, I suppose Brigid's family was the only family I ever truly became a part of." He laid back down. "We all got along, until I had to stop coming 'round."
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"Was it because you stopped getting older but your wife was?" Adora sighed some, brush softly at work making little patting noises, the only other sound in her apartment, it seemed. "Because I can understand that. It's tough. Means a lot of moving around."
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"She didn't want to move. We held out for as long as we could, but yes, we did move around. A bit. But I had to stop going. She couldn't bare the thought of trying to explain." Not that it was any different now. He wished it was, but it just..wasn't.
"It was....difficult. I missed them, she missed me coming. She hated lying to them. Anyone. She never lied."
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Adora nodded and kept painting, her brow knit as she thought about what he was talking about, her paintbrush still working tirelessly.
"It's one of those unfortunate consequences of living as long as we do." Adora muttered, not sure what else to tell him at the moment. "But I can tell you're thankful for the time you did have. And that's important. I'm still trying to learn how to appreciate that." Suddenly, her thoughts had traveled back to Eli and Sami. Strange how her brain did that.
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"I need a better word than appreciate, for this," he said quietly, from the sofa.