[ he doesn't turn on any lights, closing the blinds in the small space preemptively before making it across to fix them what passes for breakfast at this hour. by the time she makes it to the kitchen "nook," he's placing down a plate with a peanut butter and jelly, strawberry jam and smooth (sorry malcolm.) the sandwich is precisely cut on a diagnal and there's a bottle of orange gatorade on the table in lieu of any type of juice. and so she can at least pretend to hydrate before drinking again, if he can help it.
coffee is still brewing as he fixes his sandwich, not looking up from his task as she slips in. twelve long years of being a dad and eighteen of being a marine had taught him to sleep anywhere, anytime and be woken just as quickly. violently if you were frank jr. it's why it's no tax on his system at all to be a morning person, though just from the slight effort exerted here he's already deflating just a bit.
once the coffee is done, he pours some for her in a clean mug. one that declares her as the 'world's best grandma.' he rinses out his hoosiers mug and uses that again for himself, despite again the chip on the rim. frank sets everything on the table, their plates mismatched too, and sits down with her. it's hard not to draw comparisons to all the times they've sat here before, and what's different, but he's still doing his best to keep his mind quiet. ]
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coffee is still brewing as he fixes his sandwich, not looking up from his task as she slips in. twelve long years of being a dad and eighteen of being a marine had taught him to sleep anywhere, anytime and be woken just as quickly. violently if you were frank jr. it's why it's no tax on his system at all to be a morning person, though just from the slight effort exerted here he's already deflating just a bit.
once the coffee is done, he pours some for her in a clean mug. one that declares her as the 'world's best grandma.' he rinses out his hoosiers mug and uses that again for himself, despite again the chip on the rim. frank sets everything on the table, their plates mismatched too, and sits down with her. it's hard not to draw comparisons to all the times they've sat here before, and what's different, but he's still doing his best to keep his mind quiet. ]