I want to thank @pacscraps / @pac for this wonderful commission! It came out lovely and I'm so happy I was able to snag a piece from them :D!
He remembers the first set she ever gave him. It was a flower that came with its own little vase. A Gift she had called it; a little housewarming present to commemorate the occasion and also to allow him something to decorate his nearly barren room with, when he and the boys had officially started to settle into the Huntrix's Penthouse on a much more permanent basis. He didn’t touch it for weeks. He didn't even truly look at it when she first handed it to him that random afternoon. In fact, when she had ultimately stopped seeing the box, which was collecting dust in the lonely back of the recording booth in a private little section he had designated as his own little spot of territory, she had just simply assumed that he had finally just gotten rid of it somehow. Zoey of course, paid no mind to the notion of thought on if he did or if he did not. It was a gift after all, and what he ultimately did with it in the end was his own choice and Zoey was ok with that, even if it did sting a little. When she stopped seeing it, she thought for certain that that was the end of that. Until one day, when she caught him all by himself in the recording room some wee hours of the night, fiddling around with all the little pieces she long thought gone for good; the box neatly tucked away under the couch that's seen better days, a mini construction booklet laid out between the multi-colored pieces on the table next to it. Him sitting there on the couch, actually putting it together in silence. Sometimes pieces would be finicky and she’d find it funny to watch when in the midst of concentration, his tongue would poke out just a lil between his lips at the corners of his mouth. She doesn't laugh too loudly about it though. She doesn’t bother him. She knows better than that. Instead she just watches him for sometime, quiet as a mouse. Observing as he fiddles around with the multi-colored blocks held precariously in his fingertips. Watching as he presses them together, or yanks them apart. Soon finding some solace in the miniature sounds of small plastic parts ticking and clicking together, snapping and clacking. She stays there long enough to at least witness the set be near complete, and by that time she just leaves him be. That itself becomes a routine, until a few months and a couple of sets and hundreds and thousands of pieces put together and built solely by himself, when he suddenly asks her if she wants to build one of the newest set's she's brought him, with him. Which she agrees too in no less than half a heart-beat. She never gives up on the opportunity. Especially when he finally lets his guard down just enough to even work up the nerve to ASK her if she wants to do things together with him. She loses track over how many they do together; time set not to the ticking of whatever clock they now ignore, but instead to the familiar sounds of ticking and clicking and snapping and clacking, and soon enough, someway down the line, laughter in all its sweet silent forms. She watches set by set come to life. She watches him stare at them when their done, as if admiring them. And then she finds them in spots later on that day when they go their separate ways. Set down in places throughout the penthouse where they can admire their handy work whenever they want. And while both she and him sit together on the floor, putting together some hodge-podge formed by the multiple sets he's had the bright idea of merging together into some massive conglomerate of a scene, and she observes the previous masterpieces they have created, she finds as well that she also thanks the sets themselves. Because it’s usually because of them and the time spent together building them, where it oddly feel's natural after a while, for them to simply just sit in silence at times, not needing to fill the void with meaningless conversation but instead filling it with the enjoyment of having something to do together.
