Expectations aside, Benjiro would not hesitate to retreat from Mossgate at her request should Sadie be the one overwhelmed by the situation or undesirable changes. Nothing would sway him from staying at her side.
Then life resumes. Unlike how it felt in those fevered minutes, everything is still as it was yesterday. Sadie is with him and he still has a place in Mossgate.
Daylight fades and as the evening hours spill into the night, the promise of sleep lures him away from delays to get one last task accomplished. Tonight, he needs to rest. By now, he has gone through the typical motions of readying for bed, and his thoughts have begun to slow as he loops the drawstring of his pajamas into a neat bow knot. Dressed entirely, he reaches to flip off the light switch for the overhead by his closed door while the lamp at his bedside maintains his ability to perceive color. He veers over to his computer desk one last time to ensure the power is off, and that is when the question from Sadie comes. Benjiro stalls with his mouth opening slightly in a desire to answer, only for him to close it to swallow as he reconsiders the phrasing and instead answers on his second try, “...they gave me some perspective about him.” The one without a name.
Tired steps bring him over to join Sadie on the bed, and easing down to sit beside her, he looks to the brush in her hand and a thought crosses his mind. Uncertain, he offers one open hand towards her, “...would you like a hand with your hair? It’s been a while since I’ve done Emiko’s, but I doubt I’ve forgotten.”
*persisting
Then life resumes. Unlike how it felt in those fevered minutes, everything is still as it was yesterday. Sadie is with him and he still has a place in Mossgate.
Daylight fades and as the evening hours spill into the night, the promise of sleep lures him away from delays to get one last task accomplished. Tonight, he needs to rest. By now, he has gone through the typical motions of readying for bed, and his thoughts have begun to slow as he loops the drawstring of his pajamas into a neat bow knot. Dressed entirely, he reaches to flip off the light switch for the overhead by his closed door while the lamp at his bedside maintains his ability to perceive color. He veers over to his computer desk one last time to ensure the power is off, and that is when the question from Sadie comes. Benjiro stalls with his mouth opening slightly in a desire to answer, only for him to close it to swallow as he reconsiders the phrasing and instead answers on his second try, “...they gave me some perspective about him.” The one without a name.
Tired steps bring him over to join Sadie on the bed, and easing down to sit beside her, he looks to the brush in her hand and a thought crosses his mind. Uncertain, he offers one open hand towards her, “...would you like a hand with your hair? It’s been a while since I’ve done Emiko’s, but I doubt I’ve forgotten.”