thedispatch | Forgiven

Ah. Thank you.

[ One of the few times he's thanked her for something. He settles down, as well, unwrapping the bottom of the muffin and separating it from the crunchier top. The top gets saved for last! ]

[ The lengths he'll go to for chocolate! Shaking her head in amusement, she finds herself watching him with curiosity. ]

Hm. [ Interesting approach - but she'll bit right into the top of hers, closing her eyes with a satisfied hum. Popping off the top of her juice, she'll take a swig to wash it down. ] I suppose you can tell a lot about someone by the treatment of their pastries.

[ William frowns at the random comment, slightly lost as to what the hell she's talking about. ]

What are you on about?

[ Grell licks over her smiling lips. ]

You find it important to practice self-restraint, and thinks that it makes your spoils all the sweeter, in the end.

[ She nods at the muffin top he's carefully set aside. Meanwhile, she peels back the liner, turning the muffin upside-down to nibble at its bottom, next. ]

I... don't.

I didn't need to see you eat a raspberry muffin to know that about you.

[ Shaking his head at her absurd analogy, he finally takes a bite of the bottom of his own muffin. The chocolaty flavour has him closing his eyes in satisfaction. ]

[ That gets the redhead to laugh trough a mouth full of food, a hand hovering over pressed lips. Her posture teeters, shoulder coming to rest against William's. ]

Mm, you've made a fine choice, you know. The best dinner I've had in some time!

[ That may be the first time he's made her laugh! Letting her remain there, he finishes his bite before responding. ]

That doesn't say much about your eating habits. We'll have to improve those.

Well, I can't argue that.

[ She picks out a larger chunk of raspberry to savor on its own.]

My options have been rather limited, considering how dreadful I am at cooking.

You could have asked.

[ He, too, savors the next bite, even enjoying the way it tastes along side the apple juice he'd bought. ]

I'm certain Humphries would have taught you something if you had.

[ Grell thinks that over for a moment, humming with a knuckle pressed to her lips. ]

I don't know about that. Pride aside, I was already too much trouble.

He has plenty of patience, he may have been able to teach you something before getting fed up.

[ Even William can't help licking off the bit of chocolate that remains on his fingers! ]

[ Earning a faintly amused sound from her, the redhead shoves the last bite into her mouth.

Perhaps he's right, maybe Alan would have felt obligated to accept; however, she still has her doubts! Putting up fronts as she did came at the expense of any potential relationships. No one respects her, no less wishes to sacrifice time for her, she's sure.

Disposing of her trash at the bedside table, she nestles back against William whist coddling her bottle of juice. ]

Well, I've got you, now. That's fine by me.

Don't expect me to cook for you every night.

[ Of course she's already finished with her own meal and snuggling up to him again. With a huff, William finally gets to work on that crispy muffin top. ]

And I'm certainly not teaching you anything either.

That's quite alright~♥

[ With a swig of her juice, she settles her cheek against the side of his shoulder with a most content hum. ]

Really, I'm fortunate enough just to have you back with me. That you should care for me at all leaves me over the moon~

As long as you appreciate it, and respect it, then I don't mind doing so.

[ Why did they never come to terms on these things before? He's quiet for a bit before giving a contemplating hum. ]

This whole thing... it is really rather depressing once you think on it.

Of course I do, Will.

[ As though to prove it, she scoops an arm around his to give a fond squeeze! Or, perhaps it's just her being selfish again-- but she really can't help it, wanting to give him affection, especially now. But if he truly dislikes it, perhaps she should really stop...

And so, she slowly pulls herself away to sit upright, gathering some of the blanket against her chest, instead. ]

...Mm? [ Her gaze turns to him curiously. ] I mean, I suppose so. But what makes you say as much?

Just thinking on a lot of things since being forgiven. Without all the responsibility to occupy my mind, it's near unavoidable.

[ He's not sure if that's good or bad, really. ]

Well, come on, then!

[ Wiggling her shoulders back into the pillows, she looks at him expectantly. ]

Let's hear it. It's the least I could do.

For example, take all the things we had to go through just to meet one another. And then again, the past century and the difficulties of the last month just to finally reach some sort of understanding between us. It's bittersweet, I suppose.

[ Grell quietly hears him out, with a twinge of her upturned brow. She smiles rather gently, considering her typical demeanor. ]

It certainly wasn't easy, but-- none of that matters to me, now.

[ Rather than take his hand, she offers her own. ]

Realistically, I'd do it again. As many times as it would take to have you.

[ And her chest rises and falls with a sigh, color touching her cheeks. ]

I love you. You know that, right?

[ He looks down to where her hand rests against his thigh, palm turned up in hopes of clasping his own. ]

I believe it now.

[ His hand meets hers where it holds firmly. ]

[ Grell bites at her lip, a smile flickering across her lips before it disappears. ]

While I don't quite understand why you wouldn't believe me, I suppose I can't blame you. Everyone else thinks me to be incomprehensibly mad.

More that you were just being overly dramatic, as always. I assumed you were blind in thinking you loved me.

[ He picks at the remainder of his muffin with his free hand. ]

Blind?

[ Grell tilts her head, clearly more confused by this. ]

If anything, you're the only one who can make me see more clearly.

I realize that now.

[ Finishing up, he sets the wrapper off to the side. ]

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