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Post by Nina Fortner on Nov 17, 2013 1:00:53 GMT -5
Nina ran into her father on her way from the bathroom the next morning. It figured he would be up first, but he seemed tired in a way that he might have been at any hour of any day. It concerned her, to be honest. But he smiled warmly enough. He was on his way to wake Dan, and Nina headed down the stairs, thinking about making Curt breakfast, and then remembering the night before.
It was probably better for everyone involved if Nina forget that.
She wondered if it would look like pressuring him if she made him breakfast. Then she thought it might look like she was freezing him out if she didn't. A little strung out, she made a very large batch of pancake batter and made all of it. Her father would probably not touch it, but Dan would later, and Curt wouldn't feel smothered by it.
She was finishing up the last of the dishes when she heard someone come into the kitchen and said automatically, "Oh, there's pancakes for breakfast- I've left out the syrup, you'll have to get the jam if you want it-"
She looked over, having thought it was Dan. It wasn't Dan.
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Post by Dr. Connors on Nov 17, 2013 1:06:39 GMT -5
Curt adjusted his glasses, looking bright and a bit frosty.
"Thank you, Nina. This is all very nice --"
It'd been a while since he'd had breakfast with anyone other than himself. It hurt his heart a little.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Nov 17, 2013 1:07:44 GMT -5
"Oh, I-"
She looked very much caught in the proverbial headlights.
"Ex- excuse me," she said, turning away to find a towel and dry her hands. "You don't want any jam, do you?"
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Post by Dr. Connors on Nov 17, 2013 1:22:35 GMT -5
"I'll be all right without," he said, stiff affect melting a little into something more personable but also a bit more weary. "May I sit anywhere?"
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Post by Nina Fortner on Nov 17, 2013 1:24:22 GMT -5
"Anywhere? Oh, yes," she said, deliberately and comically misunderstanding him, peering over her shoulder with a smile that was probably a little flirtatious. She looked away as soon as she remembered the night before, yet again.
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Post by Dr. Connors on Nov 17, 2013 1:51:32 GMT -5
Curt laughed a little, a bit surprised and slightly ruffled (but in a cute way, like a cockatiel.)
"I feel fortunate to have such generous hosts--"
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Post by Nina Fortner on Nov 17, 2013 1:54:31 GMT -5
"Well, technically only Adrian is hosting you, but I don't think he would ever make you breakfast."
Nina moved a little bit closer, then abruptly changed direction and went to get him a plate and silverware instead, setting it at the table.
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Post by Dr. Connors on Nov 17, 2013 2:19:46 GMT -5
"Ah, well. Will his partner be joining us?"
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Post by Nina Fortner on Nov 17, 2013 2:21:46 GMT -5
"Undoubtedly. Daniel is our pilot."
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Post by Dr. Connors on Nov 17, 2013 20:06:02 GMT -5
"That's very interesting -- the pilot of what?"
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Post by Nina Fortner on Nov 17, 2013 20:22:16 GMT -5
"--our plane to Greece."
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Post by Dr. Connors on Nov 17, 2013 22:39:47 GMT -5
"Oh, yes." Ask a silly question, etc. Curt settled into his seat.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Nov 17, 2013 23:05:31 GMT -5
Nina returned to the dishes while he ate, taking a longer time than she needed to; it was a comfort to be there in the room with him, but she wasn't ready to look at him. With her back turned she could be as conflicted and un-collected as she needeed to be.
But that was an excuse she could only use for so long. As she was towelling off cleaned plates she asked softly, "You aren't... angry over last night, are you? About the turn things took?"
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Post by Dr. Connors on Nov 17, 2013 23:18:41 GMT -5
It had been on his mind as well, and eating her cooking hadn't done as good a job at delaying the thought of what he'd done (or very nearly done) as one might have hoped. The feeling of being under surveillance had come back as well, and his response was perhaps a little vague.
"Oh -- not at all, I assure you. I -- very much enjoyed our time together, in fact, I only wish we hadn't gotten off track..."
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Post by Nina Fortner on Nov 17, 2013 23:24:45 GMT -5
Nina picked up on the vagueness, and the need for it, immediately, turning around while drying dishes with the ghost of a radiant smile. "That relieves me to hear, Curt, really - I thought for certain I had angered you or something, for you to drop our conversation so abruptly."
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