[There's a careful pause: one which he surveys his own dwellings with a more critical eye, doubting that she'd appreciate the mug left in the sink, or the messy throw away blankets cast over his sofa. Less so the general disorganisation that the shack has fallen into with Eddie coming back and forth, and from vanishing for two weeks into the void.
Jim used to live untidily, back home. He'd been alone; he'd been guilty of one night stands, and then he'd been guilty of being a slob, generally. It feels strangely comforting to have slipped back into the old habits; like this has become home enough to allow for it.
Even with the mess, it feels home enough to want Alicent inside of the space. To welcome the judgement that may come, because that would be so ... Normal. So temptingly mundane and usual. ] You say that now, [he says, and idly starts to fold a blanket, ] but I think I should probably spruce this place up anyway.
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Jim used to live untidily, back home. He'd been alone; he'd been guilty of one night stands, and then he'd been guilty of being a slob, generally. It feels strangely comforting to have slipped back into the old habits; like this has become home enough to allow for it.
Even with the mess, it feels home enough to want Alicent inside of the space. To welcome the judgement that may come, because that would be so ... Normal. So temptingly mundane and usual. ] You say that now, [he says, and idly starts to fold a blanket, ] but I think I should probably spruce this place up anyway.