I raise a brow, glancing down at the sofa. To be fair, the thought that Damian would ever be forced to build a piece of furniture never crossed my mind— or, indeed, the idea that he would put up with such a mundane task. Brushing my hand briefly over the armrest, I let out a deep sigh. His attitude could still use work. Then again, I suppose one could say that about any of us.
"It's well-made," I acknowledge, for what it's worth. It might not be the validation he's truly seeking, but I don't see what it could hurt. My gaze raising to meet his once more, I pat the empty space. "We need to talk, Damian. About our next steps."
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Date: 2011-11-24 09:28 am (UTC)"It's well-made," I acknowledge, for what it's worth. It might not be the validation he's truly seeking, but I don't see what it could hurt. My gaze raising to meet his once more, I pat the empty space. "We need to talk, Damian. About our next steps."