He knew it was big, much too big for just the FOUR OF THEM. Eventually, a few ideas came to mind, as the years passed. Ways in which to make their home just a little less COLD, a little less EMPTY… As Jack had begun his repair work on the balcony that day, his mind would once more drift off to the POSSIBILITIES– the moment he was done repairing and sprucing up the entirety of the Baker property itself. And it was during that time that their guest had decided to keep him company for the afternoon, at least until dinner time came around.
Having only dropped by their doorstep just two nights ago, Marguerite and him were quick to welcome the poor man into their home. The man’s feet were close to giving way, the moment they had opened their door and laid eyes on him. Appearing so lost and exhausted, they didn’t need to think twice about bring him in and sitting him down at their dining room.
“It’s nothin’ like that, but I certainly could use all the help I can get, right now.” Thick brows would then raise at that inquiry, before a gentle chuckle left his lips, “Heh, we try our best to help out anyone in need, ‘specially ‘round these here parts. It’s always been that way, come to think of it… Certainly how mama woulda wanted it to be… Like she once said: ‘There ain’t no better way to thank God for your sight than by givin’ a helping hand to someone in the dark.’”
It wasn't like Ethan had much experience with living in a place like this, though
a house was a house, and it certainly seemed like the Bakers were trying to
make it a home. They were succeeding, as far as he was concerned, though his
interactions were mainly with Marguerite and Jack—though they had mentioned
having a son and daughter around, too. Still, Ethan wasn't going to impose if
they had no interest in meeting him.
He was weary, as much as he tried to hide the fact. Tired, despite the rest.
Scared, too, as welcoming as they had been, but that was out of their control. It
felt odd to be holding small talk and eating warm meals with a family again
when things had been so...
At the mention of God, as much as Ethan tried to keep some faith in a better
one, he couldn't help the tenseness that crossed his shoulders, hands moving
together to allow him to rub his knuckles almost absentmindedly.
They weren't the same, this wasn't Temple Gate. Had to remind himself of
that a number of times, as obvious as that thought was.
“That's mighty kind of you, mister,” he replied, pulling his thoughts away from
that topic as Jack continued to speak, “Can't say most folks are keen on pickin'
up dirty strangers off the street, but I can't be grateful enough that y'all decided
to do just that.”
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