And he stops, not sure what to say because he's never been good at this. For a man so good at words, he isn't great at finding them, or sharing them. Or sharing at all.
"I know I don't want you going away."
And he winces, planting his hands on his hips and trying to find the right words. Except he's not sure what they are.
"And I know we're here and can't leave, but you know what I mean? I want to homestead this place, and have a farm, and you're the person I want there doing that with me."
God, he isn't sure what he wants, or how to say it, but he can't find the right words for any of it without thinking he sounds like a freaking idiot.
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And he stops, not sure what to say because he's never been good at this. For a man so good at words, he isn't great at finding them, or sharing them. Or sharing at all.
"I know I don't want you going away."
And he winces, planting his hands on his hips and trying to find the right words. Except he's not sure what they are.
"And I know we're here and can't leave, but you know what I mean? I want to homestead this place, and have a farm, and you're the person I want there doing that with me."
God, he isn't sure what he wants, or how to say it, but he can't find the right words for any of it without thinking he sounds like a freaking idiot.