Lydia gave him a smile and lost herself in the comfortable domesticity for a couple of moments, getting a basket to put the muffins in, cursing under her breath when she burned one of her fingers, getting a couple of plates. It was easy to push thoughts of leaving, of things changing, of his restlessness, of her own grief at the idea of leaving him one day through no fault of her own, away in the easy movements, and she let herself for the moment.
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Date: 2011-04-25 04:53 pm (UTC)