[[too close - marco&anna
wechngethewrld:
He had to bite down a smile as he heard her protest at the idea of moving in. There was the independant and rebellious woman he knew. Not that the tears and the break down was making her less herself, but the scowl and the contradiction, that was nearly what she was made of.
Though, he knew better than trying to force her to do anything, because that would mostly made her exactly do what he would rather not see her do. Caressing the back of her hands with his thumbs, he got up, pulling her with him. He dropped her hands and tried, once again, to wipe the tears away.
« You can keep your place, if you need it. We could use the money saved from stopping to pay the rent, though. But I’d rather keep the baby, and you since you’re pregnant, at my place. There’s no mold growing on the ceiling. » He deadpanned.
He was surprised his tongue wasn’t having cramps, at this point. These were really long sentences, he was uttering. He cleared his throat and slipped his fingers into the mass of her red hair, with a delight he hid. He had always loved her hair, she probably knew, but she never called him on it and he was grateful to be spared the embarrassment. After all, he was also quiet on her horrible singing, wasn’t he ?
Hearing her laughing, even that weak laughter, relaxed him nearly instantly. ‘You’re happy about this.’ At these words, he had none to reply. He just let himself crack his self-control a bit more and smiled. It was such a big smile, he could feel the muscles in his cheeks stretching. As he let out a quiet laugh, the air hit his teeth and refreshing his mouth. He actually felt on fire.
With contempt, he knew that this answer could be short and clear.
« I am. »
“Oh geez, thought we’d have some green company when I get bored of staring at you and decide to look at the ceiling.” That’s a joke thrown, despite the sniffing that hasn’t stopped. There’s a smile following it, an attempt at it at least. One that proves to break past the weight of everything she’d felt, so a success it may be, perhaps not a big one and perhaps Anna is still feel a bit sore from the news and Marco standing here and being tender. But that is also why she can manage to let her lips curl in a rather simple smile.
It is also, of course an indirect yes to his suggestion. Not because Anna doesn’t want to jump at the opportunity, but because as he must know--since he’s given her the option to keep a space for herself, her apartment--she’s that proud of her freedom. That proud of having her own things, doing her own things. Even while sharing an apartment or her life with someone, that had always been the number one problem. How much she always kept a second door open for her in case they decided to break the first one and dash out, leaving her behind in the semblance of a little haven she thought she finally could keep.
It’s hard to make homes out of people. Hard when you can’t help but do it anyways. So Anna had to make a home out of herself too and tuck it neatly in pride and the little rundown place that she keeps locked every night--kept locked every night before this man right here first took a step in at least.
“If you’re happy then--not saying that’s all that matters but it matters a big deal, it does.” A few nods, her fingers quick to latch onto his forearms, grip tight as she could get. “Then I’ll happily let you do the laundry and the cooking because I’m shite at it and we need to not feed the newcomer anything I make or they’ll be born very unhappy.”
An emotion quite unlike the one she can feel creeping up once more at the thought of said newcomer. It’ll take some time getting used to, she knows. But replaying Marco’s words and expression will do the tricks, she thinks. No, no, she knows.
