fill: Pants Parkinson and the cake, pgcuriouslyficApril 21 2012, 23:00:48 UTC
It’s tradition, him slipping out afterwards once everyone’s gone home, stealing his bits of cake and heading down to his workroom for some time alone. The first time it happens she has a moment of worrying, wondering what it is he’s up to on his own tonight, but it’s clear when he comes back it’s helped him.
So she never asks him. Assumes if it’s important, if it’s a thing he needs to tell her, he will at some point, because he always does eventually. George keeps his own counsel about most things but he tells her what she needs to know, and she trusts him to keep her as close and informed and whatnot as he needs her to be.
Trust hasn’t come easily to either of them, really, but it has come, and it’s worth so much more for the effort
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So she never asks him. Assumes if it’s important, if it’s a thing he needs to tell her, he will at some point, because he always does eventually. George keeps his own counsel about most things but he tells her what she needs to know, and she trusts him to keep her as close and informed and whatnot as he needs her to be.
Trust hasn’t come easily to either of them, really, but it has come, and it’s worth so much more for the effort ( ... )
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