Nook furrowed his brow as he turned a page in Love of a Rosebush; if rosalita didnt confess to rosalyn shortly--god, who knows what may happen? An already bite-marked claw got nibbled down lower as his eyes scrolled down the page.
It was midnight, and he could hear timmy and tommy snoring in tandem in the next room. In his room, while the sleeping lyle next to him was obviously upset over nooks cuddling absence, he still had a little smile.
It was a wonderful vacation, truly. Lyle had been saving up apparently for months, and surprised his husband and adopted...son-nephews-in-law with a rented cabin at a relaxing beachside spot. Nook softened his mouths grip on his claw and smiled as he thought of how much lyle had changed over the years by simply having someone who cared for him. Going from a con artist looking out for only yourself to a family man who has the chance to help others was really no small emotional feat, trying to get yourself comfortable trusting and being trusted, and he'd made it. He was still the same old weasel, though; overbearing, over the top, overexcited, over...new-yorkian. such a city slicker.
Nook ran a claw under a page and flipped it, even though he hadnt read the last three he'd turned, just thinking.
He was wonderfully relaxed, definitely, but old habits die hard. Nook was used to late hours and early mornings at the books working to keep a handle on his businesses, keeping everyone happy while still being able to support a family and not being unjust in his work. He loved it, but, well, it was just hard to get out of that routine.
It didnt help that his nerves were still all shot after their nice little date earlier that evening.
He listened to the lapping of the waves as he thought about it. It wasnt anything special. Isabelle, who was devoted to doing things for others, had driven out miles to babysit timmy and tommy. She'd insisted on it, though they ran their own store and could surely care for themselves--nook really had to talk to her about those self-sacrificing tendencies.
Anyhow, he and lyle had gone to a nice restaurant. Not fancy, but there was music and a buffet and the chairs were extremely soft, so it was nice.
It was during simple conversation, after he'd taken a sip of his arnold palmer and set his hand on the table. Lyle and reached over and set his hand on top of nook's as he continued to talk.
It honestly embarrassed nook that a tiny basic act flustered him this much, especially since they were MARRIED, but it was so domestic and sweet that it truly made nook explode. Somewhat. Basically. But he was still coasting on that but of soft joy, and it was hard to sleep when thinking about it would get him all...smiley. he turned a page.
Lyle nudged him, one eye open. "Cmon, honey. Yanno sittin up like this isnt good for ya."
