"I like it," he replied in agreement. It wasn't too dark, like she said. And time would tell on a second coat, but he suspected it wouldn't be necessary. He thought it looked good. It felt so good to paint the house themselves, to really put something of themselves in to the space. It made it feel more like theirs, more like a home. And with his hopes of starting a family soon, he wanted that more than ever. As sad as losing the complex had been, he hadn't wanted to start a family there. Not in that relatively small apartment. And here, Much could really feel like he belonged, too. He wanted that for his friend.
He had taken the time after their talk had gotten heated to go for a walk, and clear his head. It had worked, mostly. He had shaken the worst of his mood, and when he'd come back, it had been with an apology for having started it this time. Because he knew he'd been at fault. He hadn't intended it to go that way, but it seemed where Gisborne was concerned, things were still a little raw. Forgiving was one thing, forgetting would take a lot longer.
Looking over at her, he had to smile. She looked absolutely adorable. From perfect bare feet to gorgeous hair partially hidden by that ridiculous bandanna. Like her, he was dressed in jeans, and hadn't bothered with shoes. His t-shirt, which had started white, now sported an interesting pattern of streaks of green and blue. Unable to resist, he reached up to touch a finger briefly to her nose, smiling impishly. If she let him, he was ready to put the argument behind them.