Inviting Nadia to live with had been more a spur of the moment decision than one seriously thought out over time, but Sean hadn’t been lying when he’d said the thought had crossed his mind before. It’d make whatever their relationship was more convenient, for starters, but there’d always been the underlying feeling that it wouldn’t be Nadia moving to his apartment, but his being asked to move in with her. Mostly due to the downsizing factor. That, or finding a new apartment altogether which would have likely required the conversation that they were about to have.
Two months, give or take a few days, shy of turning thirty-one and this would be the first time that Sean had ever had a ‘relationship’ conversation. Whatever their relationship was anyways. It’d started purely physical and, for the most part, it still was. While he’d always thought it’d be unlikely that he’d develop feelings for Nadia, especially considering how his interest in her had come more from causing Forest strife than anything else, he’d still told him in the beginning that it’d come second place to the fey. Being named Elite and winning Fidchell were the only things he’d only been concerned with, and still were but… Sean had also come to the realization that even if he was ready for it, he wouldn’t get to play until Lacha let him.
That was, likely, why Sean had let more of his attention and time slide to Nadia ever since June. Why he’d offered his own place up to her so quickly.
Getting to her apartment, to her floor, to her door and inside was something that Sean did now without really paying attention to what he was doing. Not quite second nature, but somewhere just south of it, Sean no longer thought about someone stopping him or if the door would be locked. “You know you pour what you’re drinking into the glass, right?” he joked after spotting the full glass of wine. Setting the bags of Chinese food down on the countertop, he pulled the containers of her food out and passed them to her before digging his own out. Far more than hers, but that was the price of his having to eat a certain way with all the training he did. Once they’d gotten settled, Sean opting to stand and lean against the countertops rather than sit, he spoke. “Where do you want to start?”
There were very few people in her life, especially right now, who Nadia trusted implicitly. Who she was comfortable allowing to just walk into her apartment, knowing they might catch her unglamoured. She could count their number on one hand. Sean was primary among those few. She glanced up when the door opened, shrugging at his comment about her wine.
“It’s easier than getting up to refill the glass.” And wine would probably help ease some of the weirdness she was feeling. Usually when it was time to have the relationship talk it ended with her saying she wasn’t looking for anything serious, that her career was her focus. It still was, but that career might be ending if she didn’t do something about her scars.
Sighing, Nadia took the food and made herself a plate. Her kitchen had a large window with a bench seat and she’d placed a small table in front of it to maximize the space. She tucked herself in the corner of the bench, leaving Sean to lean against the counter. Where to start...good question.
“I guess we start by acknowledging that we’re not very good at the whole talking part,” she said with a small shake of her head. “I usually avoid ‘the talk’ and I get the feeling you do too. So, there’s that. And then comes the part where we figure out what we are? I mean, are we live in fuck-buddies? Are we dating? Are we, uh, exclusive? I’ll admit, I’d rather not come home to you fucking someone else, that’d be awkward and I actually think I’d be jealous. But still, we’re not exactly a typical couple and we don’t need to be.”
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