The hallway is a bitch

Things had an easiness about them that had been sorely missed during her illness and the subsequent fallout. Modesty found her laughter felt genuine, their gentle teasing lacked the harsh edges she had grown accustomed to. Why that should be the standard interaction in their own home, she had done some soul searching and decided to let it go for now. He seemed to have learned a lesson (that didn't mean she wasn't above pulling it out like a knife to give him a stab in the future, she wasn't a saint), but for now, he had earned a little softness from her. "Sounds like an excuse for a holiday," She arched a brow, not forgetting the season that was upon them. She had a feeling her season was close, and they'd have to get a wiggle on if they expected anything to stick.

"speech"