Sure. [He doesn't always bother with making a full pot when he's in his apartment on his own - actually his daily routine is pretty shockingly terrible if he were to tell her everything so he's wisely keeping quiet for now, just going through the motions of grabbing one of the filters, popping it into the machine, coffee powder in, water topped up, and making sure the pot's aligned before getting anything going.]
Must be crazy around here in the mornings. [With the boys around, he means, in a mad morning rush have everything ready before scrambling out the house.] I couldn't do it, honestly. [He realises she had to. The boys have relied on her for years and she can't simply just not have her shit together, like he can. But that doesn't make parenting any less of a feat.
For the longest time before his life took the several turns that it did, he'd thought this was supposed to be it. The white picket fence dream with the missus and the kids and all that. Now he's kind of glad he hasn't had to inflict himself on any kids.]
I've got it. [Oh, man, biscuits and sausage gravy? He can't hide that little smile on his face as he pulls the milk and breakfast sausage from the fridge and starts prepping them to be fried, hunting around for some pepper but taking his time not-as-discreetly-as-he-would-like exploring her various kitchen cupboards. He appreciates that she trusts him not to ruin this time-tested tradition and luckily there's no nosy neighbours around not-appreciating the shirtless guy rummaging around her kitchen.]
Do the boys help you out around here much, now that they're a little older?
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Date: 2022-02-19 01:50 pm (UTC)Must be crazy around here in the mornings. [With the boys around, he means, in a mad morning rush have everything ready before scrambling out the house.] I couldn't do it, honestly. [He realises she had to. The boys have relied on her for years and she can't simply just not have her shit together, like he can. But that doesn't make parenting any less of a feat.
For the longest time before his life took the several turns that it did, he'd thought this was supposed to be it. The white picket fence dream with the missus and the kids and all that. Now he's kind of glad he hasn't had to inflict himself on any kids.]
I've got it. [Oh, man, biscuits and sausage gravy? He can't hide that little smile on his face as he pulls the milk and breakfast sausage from the fridge and starts prepping them to be fried, hunting around for some pepper but taking his time not-as-discreetly-as-he-would-like exploring her various kitchen cupboards. He appreciates that she trusts him not to ruin this time-tested tradition and luckily there's no nosy neighbours around not-appreciating the shirtless guy rummaging around her kitchen.]
Do the boys help you out around here much, now that they're a little older?