@kimintsugi | planned .
Life had a weird way of spinning itself, huh? Down winding path after winding path, none more expected than the last. When Kimiko had come into Adam’s life, it was a time he really felt more alone than he probably ever had. To befriend her was, in his mind, plenty enough to keep his head above water. What he hadn’t expected was an offer for him to move in. It seemed crazy. Did she trust him that much? Or was she simply confident he wouldn’t prove to be trouble?
Truth be told, he’d been worried he might for a while. For months, he’d ached over the possibility of dragging her into his affairs, especially considering how fond he had come to grow for her. But thankfully, there’s something about this place...something that drove it to the outskirts. Never fully away, but enough to hide from.
Now he’s moving. (Not by much, it’s just a couple of blocks, really.)
It had started as what he thought was a joke, from her aunt. She said she was tired of him tripping over himself to help her out all the time, and even more tired of him dancing around his obvious feelings for her niece so much. (That had really embarrassed him). She said she’d help, wingman a little if he promised to cool his head a bit. The proposal of his own place to live really did entice, what with its appearance of competence...and a sense of independence he thinks might make him appear a bit more...reliable? Stable? Boyfriend-worthy?
Well, he digresses.
He swallows slightly, the air between them wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable but it had felt almost...weirdly stiff, today. She’d come to help with moving things. Basic things. Lamps, chairs, a first load of groceries, etc. They had pretty much managed to lug everything up, so far -- the last of it was just a couple of bags, nothing that needed to urgently be set down (like anything refrigerated). The elevator hummed softly, and as it rose it was difficult to tell if it was the feeling of lifting that was causing the strange pit in his stomach.
Well, it wasn’t hard to tell for much longer though. The light blinked, small jolt of movement as the box jitters. Bulbs dim as their ride becomes much more evidently still. The elevator must have malfunctioned. Great...it will probably take a while to come back on.
Mouth tugs into a slight, apologetic grimace. “Oh geez...I’m sorry, I hope I’m not holding you up or anything...I...” He pauses, hand that’s in the middle of rubbing at the back of his neck slows, gingerly creeps back down to his side.
“Are...you okay? You’ve...been really quiet, today...”
