Edgar still didn’t know how he got roped into helping these two move.
Of course, it was Mia, and he’d give his left arm for her if she’d asked him to, but he’d shown up, holding a six pack and a poorly wrapped house warming gift ( because that was what you were supposed to do when someone moved into a new home, and while this home wasn’t particularly new, it was new for Noah ). It was a pillow, one he wasn’t sure Noah would even like, but mostly it was the gesture. He’d been a right hard-arse with him lately, and he knew that so when the door opened, Edgar managed to smile quickly before holding up the bottles in his hand. “Hope you haven’t finished the kitchen yet.”
Edgar headed inside, almost shocked at how similar everything looked. Of course, it was as if nothing had changed. All that had was a few pieces of furniture; Mia stood in the living room, and he reached out, gently pressing a kiss to her cheek before setting down the poorly wrapped present and crossing his arms at the both of them. “So, what did you need help with? Any big pieces of furniture I can lift with one hand or something?”
She wanted to give him more trouble, but she was distracted by the knock on the door. It was far too boisterous a knock to be their neighbor, Mrs. Sampson. “Who is that?” she muttered suspiciously. He looked far too unsurprised for this to be just a random drop-in. “Noah.”
“Oh,” she was surprised when Edgar made his way through the hall and into the living room. She wasn’t displeased to see him, but she hadn’t been expecting it. “Did you two… talk?” It was very confusing. “I – am confused?” She smiled at the gift though. “Did you wrap that in the dark, Edgar?” She teased, glancing at Noah and gesturing to it. “You do the honors, you’re the one who moved.”
“Hmm,” she murmured thoughtfully, thinking that his presence offered some serious possibilities. “This makes a lot of sense, actually. So this is why you didn’t want to take a break.” She sat down on the couch, putting her feet up on the coffee table.
Noah figured he might as well have gotten something out of the charity auction, so what better idea than to ask Edgar to help them move out? Or in, he supposed, but that didn’t really matter. There was the tiniest hint of guilt in not telling Mia that he was coming over, though Noah really didn’t think she would have minded given that the two were so close. “Something like that,” Noah nodded in response. The gift was by no means wrapped the neatest, but somehow it fit the aesthetic of moving, and he could appreciate that.
“If you insist,” Noah smiled, unwrapping it to reveal a pillow. Oddly enough, he had a liking for decorative objects like this. “It’s nice, thank you. Though you really didn’t have to get a gift, but it’s appreciated.” At Mia’s subtle call out, Noah tried to react neutrally, setting the gift aside. “Well, just because I asked him to come round and help doesn’t mean we should leave all of the work until he shows up,” he stated, playfully swatting at her legs so that he could get by.
“Actually, we do need to figure out what we’re keeping for lounge furniture, and how to reorganize everything. Mia is far more sentimental about things than I am, it seems,” he explained, teasingly. “Probably should start with figuring out what’s actually staying, and then we can get a better layout. I’ve also got a bookshelf that we need to bring from mine as well.” It might have seemed like a silly addition, but Noah favored this particular bookshelf as he’d had it his whole life, and kept his most precious novels there.
