#// soggy man interaction... ethan ilu...

[ourfathyr]

@wristapled asked:

53. CEMETERY (ouch ouch ouch ou)

"Figured I'd find you here."

Hesitation, before sidling closer. He knew this was prying, he knew this was rude-- and yet. No one had really stuck up for Ethan when Mia was gone. He almost would've wished someone had pried into his life. Maybe Harry felt the same?

"It's a nice day today. Forecast said rain and yet. Not a cloud in the sky."

— comprehensive scenario list | accepting

53. CEMETERY : for one muse to find the other at a gravestone.

"Oh, hey."

He squinted softly when he looked over to the approaching figure, identified more quickly by his voice through the sun's glare. Blinking a few times, he would crane his neck, staring more comfortably once the sun was obscured by Ethan's silhouette. A gentle smile was offered — calm, quaint perhaps... not wholly at rest. Something quivered as fragile about the display. He shifted in his perch on the cemetery bench, nodding gently while a hand subconsciously reached to pull the stroller further against his knee.

"Yeah, I had the umbrella all ready to go... didn't really think to dress for this kind of weather: even put the rain cover on her and everything."

Thinly amused came his huff, gesture encompassing his less than flattering display — the slight ruffle through normally slicked hair, sweat glinting off of his neck and forehead, his jacket's sleeves rolled up around dirt and grass-stained forearms. Still panting slightly... looks like he had been working on something.

"... I had been meaning to tend to Jodie's grave this week. Got rid of most of the weeds before Little Miss Muffet here "convinced" me to take a break."

He gave a dramatized sigh of exasperation— the shadow to some kind of meltdown prior. For now, the toddler seemed at least settled, peering over the side of her stroller with those large, dark eyes unwavering from their blank stare.

"You're here for a visit too?"