marredith:
her eyes begin to widen at his words as she wonders what she did wrong but her worried expression quickly breaks into a laugh as he continues. ❝ alek! i thought i actually did something wrong, ❞ she grabs her stomach, finding the situation much funnier than she should, ❝ i promise i’ll start calling soc — i mean — the s-word football from now on. ❞ she takes out her phone as he lists the rules, relieved there’s only two so far. ❝ okay, that’s easy enough, ❞ but she quickly leaned closer to one of the drawers and knocked on the wood so she wouldn’t jinx herself. ❝ yay! ❞ she grabs some of the sheets and lets it on the ground as the base. ❝ how many pillows would you say the palace has? ❞
“You did, calling football the s word is a serious offense. You’re lucky to know me or you’d have been thrown in jail,” he laughs along with her, the conversation now bordering on absurd. “Thank you Marredith, it’s much appreciated,“ he tells her in a solemn tone once he’s stopped laughing enough to speak but soon enough, he starts laughing again so much and so hard that tears run down his cheeks. His uncontrollable laughter is in part due to their comical conversation but also the tiredness from the nine hours flight, even though he spent most of it sleeping, and the jet-lag catching up to him. “I’ll be by your side the entire time, Mar. You have nothing to worry about, it’ll go well.” He too puts sheets on the floor along with all the pillows he can find in the room. “I’d say, approximately a large amount,” how is he supposed to know this.
















