nightwalker [closed to Anita]

[fitzroyal]

Henry is inside this evening, wearing an apron with a floral pattern and cooking.

The door to his room is open, and the window as well, letting in the cool evening air. He seems preoccupied, though in reality he is acutely aware of everything going on around him as he stirs the chili in the pot on his stove. It's not for him, of course; he'd have

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[tomboy_22]

Anita might have gone for a walk - and strangely, as much as she strays, and thinks, and walks away... her footsteps inevitably take her back to Henry's room.

Linked, for better or for worse, it seems, even as her heart aches for another.

"-- hey," she says, and is leaning on the threshold a touch timidly. A breath, and she ventures, "Playing Martha Steward?" She's trying. Really, really hard.

[fitzroyal]

He looks over toward her, and shakes the spoon at her a little. "I hope you're not making fun of my apron," he says, deliberately lightly. "It's my favorite, I'll have you know."

The chili probably smells good. Henry's a good cook.

[tomboy_22]

He's doing a good job of making -- shared domesticity, oh dear, appealing. She takes a step inside, feels her heart clench a little.

"I would never dare," she replies on the same tone. "Though I'd like to suggest matching pants, next time. Lacks flowers."

[fitzroyal]

"I am not," Henry says firmly, looking back to check on the chili. "Ever going to wear flowered pants."