Clive looks at her. He can’t help it; the sadness in her voice is like a choke chain on his neck. His brows furrow, concerned, and he rests the tip of the shovel against the ground.
She lets the hefty bag of wolf crap rest on the ground as she looks at Clive. She wants to ask him how they make it less confusing, but it's obvious by now neither of them know what they're doing.
She gives him a helpless smile before deciding that they have to try.
"How were you doing today? Before we came out to shovel Torgal's shit, that is. I can make a good guess of how you're doing right now."
The way his heart twists is swiftly buried by an avalanche of discomfort.
“I’m fine,” he says. A proper courtly deferral — you’re never supposed to answer that one honestly. “I worked late, I slept late, and now I’m trying to get this done.”
The ease of their old conversations feels lost forever. Jill doesn't want to believe there's no going back, but even this feels so forced.
"Sorry. Let's keep working," she says with a smile and a nod. The sooner it's done, the sooner she can dunk herself into a bath. And he can escape awkward small talk.
“It’s not your fault. I’ve changed,” he says. It feels like an admission of guilt as much as anything else. “I’m not the man I was six months ago, and I don’t know him any better than you do.”
Clive looks at her, quiet for a moment. She wasn’t, he wants to argue, with him in those early years after Phoenix Gate. Then again, he wasn’t with her either. He swallows his breath.
“I wouldn’t even know where to begin,” he says. “But if you’d like to… I would too.”
She promised to be there, whatever he must become. She thinks she will always love him whether he knows himself or not. It's in the marrow of her bones.
Neither of them know where to begin, but maybe she can throw ideas and see what sticks.
"We're in the middle of a poor example, but do you enjoy working out here in the yard, Clive? Or do you think you might?"
There’s a flicker of humour in his eyes, even if his mouth stays firm.
“If I had realized this was waiting for me, I wouldn’t have bought a house with quite so much yard,” he admits. “I’m not very useful for these things, but they’re tolerable.”
"I'll take you to a market," he agrees. He cannot pretend to know much about flowers, but the chance to spend time with her is worth taking anyway, even if just to carry heavy things. "The sooner the better, perhaps, to take advantage of the season..."
It's been so long since they've seen a good spring.
"I was just going to go downstairs and nap," he admits. Head out and hunt at a relatively decent hour, keep out of her way. Despite that, the prospect of a day with her is much more tempting: "Would you like to go today?"
"I don't know much about growing things, let alone whatever might be here that we don't have at home..."
It feels like she should research this before going out and buying anything, but a part of her just wants to try to figure it out as they go. They have time, after all.
"But it's all just digging holes and watering, basically, isn't it?"
Tell that to the people tending the garden in the Hideaway, Jill.
"I wish we could consult our friends," he replies, "but if they could manage in the carcass of an airship in the middle of the water, I'm sure we can manage in a real garden."
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“I thought you didn’t want to know.”
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But she does.
"It's more complicated than it should be, isn't it?" She asks sadly. "And I know much of that is my fault."
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“It’s confusing, Jill.”
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She lets the hefty bag of wolf crap rest on the ground as she looks at Clive. She wants to ask him how they make it less confusing, but it's obvious by now neither of them know what they're doing.
She gives him a helpless smile before deciding that they have to try.
"How were you doing today? Before we came out to shovel Torgal's shit, that is. I can make a good guess of how you're doing right now."
It is what it is.
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“I’m fine,” he says. A proper courtly deferral — you’re never supposed to answer that one honestly. “I worked late, I slept late, and now I’m trying to get this done.”
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"Sorry. Let's keep working," she says with a smile and a nod. The sooner it's done, the sooner she can dunk herself into a bath. And he can escape awkward small talk.
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“Jill,” he says. “Have I upset you?”
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"No, Clive. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
She gives him another helpless smile.
"It feels like I've lost the ability to read you."
Maybe that happened back in December, too.
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"Then perhaps you and I can both get to know him. I know I'd like to," she offers gently, but she doesn't want it to be mere talk.
"If it's any consolation, I've seen you change more times than you've realized. Some things about a person never go anywhere."
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“I wouldn’t even know where to begin,” he says. “But if you’d like to… I would too.”
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Neither of them know where to begin, but maybe she can throw ideas and see what sticks.
"We're in the middle of a poor example, but do you enjoy working out here in the yard, Clive? Or do you think you might?"
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“If I had realized this was waiting for me, I wouldn’t have bought a house with quite so much yard,” he admits. “I’m not very useful for these things, but they’re tolerable.”
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"You'll be useful if I tell you what to do, I bet. I'd like to get some flower beds going, but that's a lot of digging for one person."
It might be fun to set up a garden together.
"We would need to make it Torgal proof."
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“I think I have more stamina with a shovel anyway,” he says, amused. “What do you want to grow?”
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It sounds like a lot of fun to her.
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It's been so long since they've seen a good spring.
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"What are your plans for the rest of the day?"
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It's just to kill time, anyway.
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"Very well. Then let's hurry up with this chore and put you to more work."
Look, she's teasing.
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"Yes, my lady," he says, hefting the shovel again.
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"I don't know much about growing things, let alone whatever might be here that we don't have at home..."
It feels like she should research this before going out and buying anything, but a part of her just wants to try to figure it out as they go. They have time, after all.
"But it's all just digging holes and watering, basically, isn't it?"
Tell that to the people tending the garden in the Hideaway, Jill.
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"I wish we could consult our friends," he replies, "but if they could manage in the carcass of an airship in the middle of the water, I'm sure we can manage in a real garden."
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