[It's a pleasant afternoon. Perhaps one of the most pleasant ones she's spent with anyone in a long time. Even back home, Ilsa hardly afforded herself moments like this in between work, and with everything that's been going on... with the arrival of Cassius, she doesn't think they'll have much time for days like this when she returns. So, she wants to take full advantage of these sorts of quieter moments when she can.
And she's glad that she does.
After the talk, after mulling over her thoughts for so long, it feels nice not to think about them so much anymore. With everything off her chest, Ilsa feels lighter, and it becomes easier for her to smile and easier to laugh again.
Easier to enjoy Eustace's company, though that was never the hard part. That was the best part of it all... She was always sure that she would, but it's as if that night that they spent together, this discussion, and now the coffee has solidified that thought that he was good company.
So, as they part, Ilsa is thankful that they were able to meet. That his dog had led him onto her street, and she had been out in the garden. If she hadn't been, would they have been able to work things out? As stiff as the agreements were, it's what works for them, and she thinks that between them, they can navigate whatever this is.
... Or so she hopes.
The next few days go on without incident, and she finds herself thinking less about the what-ifs, and more about the now. How he sometimes stops by to visit with Valo, how she brings by some extra bananas that she's set aside for him... It's the usual routine, but one that she enjoys.
However... all of that will come grinding to a halt when Valo appears in Ilsa's garden in a panic as she's snipping at the bushes.]
What is it?
[As he pulls on her pants, a feeling of dread immediately sinks in when she looks around to find no sign of Eustace anywhere on the street.]
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And she's glad that she does.
After the talk, after mulling over her thoughts for so long, it feels nice not to think about them so much anymore. With everything off her chest, Ilsa feels lighter, and it becomes easier for her to smile and easier to laugh again.
Easier to enjoy Eustace's company, though that was never the hard part. That was the best part of it all... She was always sure that she would, but it's as if that night that they spent together, this discussion, and now the coffee has solidified that thought that he was good company.
So, as they part, Ilsa is thankful that they were able to meet. That his dog had led him onto her street, and she had been out in the garden. If she hadn't been, would they have been able to work things out? As stiff as the agreements were, it's what works for them, and she thinks that between them, they can navigate whatever this is.
... Or so she hopes.
The next few days go on without incident, and she finds herself thinking less about the what-ifs, and more about the now. How he sometimes stops by to visit with Valo, how she brings by some extra bananas that she's set aside for him... It's the usual routine, but one that she enjoys.
However... all of that will come grinding to a halt when Valo appears in Ilsa's garden in a panic as she's snipping at the bushes.]
What is it?
[As he pulls on her pants, a feeling of dread immediately sinks in when she looks around to find no sign of Eustace anywhere on the street.]
Is everything okay? Where's Eustace?