( although when she pulls her phone out with keys and sees what time it is she winces a little -- it had been busy on her way back and the route not as quick as it could have been.
she pushes open the main door, leading them in the building and up to the first floor to where her apartment was. it was a temporary place, something she'd rented after returning to new york a few months ago. she was still deciding whether she'd stay and find somewhere more permanent. if she could stay. maybe friends and ties were what she needed )
Coffee or something stronger?
( she's asking as she opens the door. her apartment's lightly furnishes, with a few things to make it feel more like a home, though most of her things were still in storage. it also helps her keep it neat without too much around )
Not sure. Just a few songs really. [Which you know doesn't actually tell time at all. Considering the difference between some Dead songs, and your average rock ballad vs your more common top 50. He doesn't seem phased either way as he slides up the wall and pulls his headphones off his head as he follows after the other up the stairs and into her flat.
He takes a curious gaze about, taking in some of the smaller details and the general feel of space. It's sharp contrast to his own living space admittedly but she hasn't been here that long from his understanding so there is that.
Well that and probably everyone lives on opposite spectrums than his usual organized chaos.]
Coffee would actually be perfect. I'm assuming you have forks and such in the kitchen? [He pads off in that direction, the good thing about NYC apartments being that it doesn't matter how many you've been in they're all laid out in the same general way. He knows they'll find everything they both need that way so it's only logical to continue to that space. Setting his bag on the counter and pulling out their meals as they get there.]
[He takes it with a quiet thank you and places the smallest splash at the bottom of his mug. He will however pass on the sugar. Ironically for someone who takes his sweet game seriously he usually passes on it in his coffee.]
Oh man, Thai is my favourite. I probably do it at least once a week. I'm assuming you had a long day huh? Do you usually have to work long shifts? I've only ever known a couple of nurses. I'm not sure how your hours compare but I know hospital hours can be a lot.
[And then he realises he's talking alot.]
Sorry... You don't have to answer that. If that's too much to ask...
It varies. Usually the thing that changes it is what comes in, any emergencies and hiw many hands are needed.
( her own job role was also weirdly unique and she'd been thankful to the hospital for working with her to place her )
This morning started as an 8-hour day, it went for 9. ( probably closer to 10, hence the lateness. she'd meant to have a buffer moment at home )
But I've had them go a lot later before. Sometimes you choose not to leave if you're following something through or there isn't someone available to take over. Every patient needs eyes on them.
( she finishes making her coffee, taking it to her coffee table to come back to help with food. they'd be eating on the couch, she hadn't gotten around to getting a table yet )
( she was working on it or had been, adrienne hadn't been very good at keeping up with therapy whilst she'd been out of the country. as if she didn't still work around doctors and therapists even there. guilt was a hard thing to shake whether or was genuine or incredibly misplaced.
she grabs the cutlery from him, carrying what she can over to the couch )
My trade-off for long shifts is the time I get off. It works out. ( mostly. there were also times that she wasn't as great at sticking to it but she didn't complain. she liked being busy ) Which I guess now is going to be relearning the city.
Which is fine, but it's just something that's a part of who I am really. So I don't mind waiting.
[He can understand that all too well, but thankfully at a certain point. He just simply accepted the fact that he was going to be chronically late. For everything. He settles down on the couch tucking into his food as he sits taking a few bites before speaking.]
( she'll try and remember it, especially for times where he's late. she'll never fault or blame him either, even if the reasoning is entirely different. they might be newly acquainted but already it was seeming like the company would make up for any delays )
Two years. ( it didn't feel it, aside from some people time didn't really seem like it had changed that much. but something in her did, a need to try and reconnect, to feel home again )
I've thought about staying there, either in Egypt or relocating wherever I'm needed but.. New York was home for a while. I'm giving the decision a few months to see what happens.
[He can understand that feeling. Course it was years ago now but when he first came to America it was hard to discover where he needed to be. But when he found New York City he knew he was home. No where else had he ever felt more, normal.]
And that's fair. I'll try not to skew your mind too much. But I may when I show you all the best food places in all the land! [That's a bit of an overstate but he knows his food and can really pack it away.] But Egypt would also be kind of an interesting choice. I've never been. Been all around the states but aside from the occasional trip back to England I haven't done much proper traveling.
Food is the first thing that changes, I need those recommendations.
( she hadn't been any better at learning to cook there, sampling local foods instead )
When I first volunteered I let them place me, put me where they needed me. ( she'd been running, she could admit that to herself ) But it's a nice place. It's the furthest I've travelled and I guess the most different culture-wise.
( it's answered too quickly, too cynical and she regrets the words, looking a little guilty for them no matter how true they are. she'd left because she'd found it very difficult living in new york. but that was two years past, now she was trying again )
I like the markets. ( a small smile is added with it, the pleasantness of the memory there ) How they're ran is very different to any stall here. I'd spend time just passing through them, just admiring everything they had to offer.
I get that, a little. Well with Florida, but in my defense everyone should feel that way about Florida. [A beat.] Well I'm thankful you came back, it's been nice to get to know you.
[He states in earnest before listening to her describe her favourite part of her time spent abroad. He takes a while to process it all, and doesn't immediately speak for a bit. He settles finally on a question;]
Is it just because of the nature of people in them, or the objects in which they contained? I've heard the markets out there can kind of be wild. There's lots of wheeling and dealing right?
Not a fan of the snow or is it something that's only around after?
( winter was her favourite time of year, even with how much new york could bite. she'd actually missed it in egypt, finding their summers much more unbearable than a good, cold winter )
omg i'm so sorry i thought i responded to these and then realised i did not!
The snow, the dark. The just general... Mood. But nothing beats the city in the summertime, it's why I hang around.
[Gabriel hated every minute of it, but he tolerated it better than he used to. But somewhere like that it would likely be reversed. A little like when he was growing up in Florida. Though a very different sort of heat for certain.]
( how quickly dark it got was perhaps her least favourite part, she would always wish for a little longer in a day before darkness set in. but she could handle the cold, trading for oversized jumpers, blankets and a roaring fire, hot drinks and nights sat by the window watching the snow fall )
I suppose I could let you convince me about how great summer is if you didn't mind thr reverse.
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( although when she pulls her phone out with keys and sees what time it is she winces a little -- it had been busy on her way back and the route not as quick as it could have been.
she pushes open the main door, leading them in the building and up to the first floor to where her apartment was. it was a temporary place, something she'd rented after returning to new york a few months ago. she was still deciding whether she'd stay and find somewhere more permanent. if she could stay. maybe friends and ties were what she needed )
Coffee or something stronger?
( she's asking as she opens the door. her apartment's lightly furnishes, with a few things to make it feel more like a home, though most of her things were still in storage. it also helps her keep it neat without too much around )
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He takes a curious gaze about, taking in some of the smaller details and the general feel of space. It's sharp contrast to his own living space admittedly but she hasn't been here that long from his understanding so there is that.
Well that and probably everyone lives on opposite spectrums than his usual organized chaos.]
Coffee would actually be perfect. I'm assuming you have forks and such in the kitchen? [He pads off in that direction, the good thing about NYC apartments being that it doesn't matter how many you've been in they're all laid out in the same general way. He knows they'll find everything they both need that way so it's only logical to continue to that space. Setting his bag on the counter and pulling out their meals as they get there.]
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( she absolutely did, letting him organise the food at she fills the kettle to boil, pulling down two mugs for the coffee )
It smells great. I've really needed this after today.
( she pulls the milk out for her coffee, offering it to him )
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Oh man, Thai is my favourite. I probably do it at least once a week. I'm assuming you had a long day huh? Do you usually have to work long shifts? I've only ever known a couple of nurses. I'm not sure how your hours compare but I know hospital hours can be a lot.
[And then he realises he's talking alot.]
Sorry... You don't have to answer that. If that's too much to ask...
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( her own job role was also weirdly unique and she'd been thankful to the hospital for working with her to place her )
This morning started as an 8-hour day, it went for 9. ( probably closer to 10, hence the lateness. she'd meant to have a buffer moment at home )
But I've had them go a lot later before. Sometimes you choose not to leave if you're following something through or there isn't someone available to take over. Every patient needs eyes on them.
( she finishes making her coffee, taking it to her coffee table to come back to help with food. they'd be eating on the couch, she hadn't gotten around to getting a table yet )
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[He dutiful opens up the takeaway boxes and fishes for a logical location of silverware and finds it offering her hers when she returns with a nod.]
By the way, just so you know, the reason I set my own hours is I’m fairly bad at time management so never apologise for that sort of thing.
[The only time he can get himself together is when he’s teaching and even then it’s tremulous.]
Patients have to come first. Can’t fault you for that…
[He offers a smile as they make their way to the living room to eat. He doesn’t mind eating on the couch, that’s his normal.]
I’m thankful to have the time when I have it.
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( she was working on it or had been, adrienne hadn't been very good at keeping up with therapy whilst she'd been out of the country. as if she didn't still work around doctors and therapists even there. guilt was a hard thing to shake whether or was genuine or incredibly misplaced.
she grabs the cutlery from him, carrying what she can over to the couch )
My trade-off for long shifts is the time I get off. It works out. ( mostly. there were also times that she wasn't as great at sticking to it but she didn't complain. she liked being busy ) Which I guess now is going to be relearning the city.
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[He can understand that all too well, but thankfully at a certain point. He just simply accepted the fact that he was going to be chronically late. For everything. He settles down on the couch tucking into his food as he sits taking a few bites before speaking.]
So how long were you gone?
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Two years. ( it didn't feel it, aside from some people time didn't really seem like it had changed that much. but something in her did, a need to try and reconnect, to feel home again )
I've thought about staying there, either in Egypt or relocating wherever I'm needed but.. New York was home for a while. I'm giving the decision a few months to see what happens.
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[He can understand that feeling. Course it was years ago now but when he first came to America it was hard to discover where he needed to be. But when he found New York City he knew he was home. No where else had he ever felt more, normal.]
And that's fair. I'll try not to skew your mind too much. But I may when I show you all the best food places in all the land! [That's a bit of an overstate but he knows his food and can really pack it away.] But Egypt would also be kind of an interesting choice. I've never been. Been all around the states but aside from the occasional trip back to England I haven't done much proper traveling.
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( she hadn't been any better at learning to cook there, sampling local foods instead )
When I first volunteered I let them place me, put me where they needed me. ( she'd been running, she could admit that to herself ) But it's a nice place. It's the furthest I've travelled and I guess the most different culture-wise.
( everywhere else she'd been had been european )
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[No worries. There is no judgement here.]
What was your favourite part about it? [He asks as he settles in to eat a few bites of his food listening intently.]
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( it's answered too quickly, too cynical and she regrets the words, looking a little guilty for them no matter how true they are. she'd left because she'd found it very difficult living in new york. but that was two years past, now she was trying again )
I like the markets. ( a small smile is added with it, the pleasantness of the memory there ) How they're ran is very different to any stall here. I'd spend time just passing through them, just admiring everything they had to offer.
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[He states in earnest before listening to her describe her favourite part of her time spent abroad. He takes a while to process it all, and doesn't immediately speak for a bit. He settles finally on a question;]
Is it just because of the nature of people in them, or the objects in which they contained? I've heard the markets out there can kind of be wild. There's lots of wheeling and dealing right?
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( adrienne didn't know if she could describe it well what it meant to her but it had been a brightness in her day. even with the risks in it )
There was so much colour and life. And the more time I spent there the better I got to know some of them.
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[He nods and listens, mulling over some things in his head.]
When the snow finally leaves us and the weather changes I have some stuff to show you around town that I think you'll well and truly enjoy.
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( winter was her favourite time of year, even with how much new york could bite. she'd actually missed it in egypt, finding their summers much more unbearable than a good, cold winter )
omg i'm so sorry i thought i responded to these and then realised i did not!
[Gabriel hated every minute of it, but he tolerated it better than he used to. But somewhere like that it would likely be reversed. A little like when he was growing up in Florida. Though a very different sort of heat for certain.]
no worries at all!!
( how quickly dark it got was perhaps her least favourite part, she would always wish for a little longer in a day before darkness set in. but she could handle the cold, trading for oversized jumpers, blankets and a roaring fire, hot drinks and nights sat by the window watching the snow fall )
I suppose I could let you convince me about how great summer is if you didn't mind thr reverse.