Diego Hargreeves (
knife_bender) wrote2022-03-15 07:58 am
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MHA #2 | Saturday Evening
Diego's usual Tuesday evenings were nothing glamorous. He was almost always alone (Five puttering around the guest room didn't count), and he fell into a sort of routine on the days Annie was in New York working. He'd work out, come home, shower, make a sandwich for dinner and then settle down with a book or TV until he felt like going to sleep.
Tonight was no different. He was currently post-sandwich, and well on his way to picking a channel to veg out to.
[3 for 3 today. For the girl!]
Tonight was no different. He was currently post-sandwich, and well on his way to picking a channel to veg out to.
[3 for 3 today. For the girl!]

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"Klaus seems like the type to teach the kids whole phrases or questions to ask that we won't want to answer," Annie replied, narrowing her eyes a little. "Like, swears seem like a start."
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But he might give them old man candy, when Annie wasn't doing it herself.
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She'd kind of liked being able to talk to them like adults, though. It kind of made it less weird, in a way? (And also probably more weird, in a way.)
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And again, everyone else seemed like they'd kind of had a time of it with their little ones.
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And had really only just raised, like, a lot of questions. Like a lot of them.
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Especially since she was actually sleeping pretty decently most nights. Funny what a little consistency and work-life balance could do.
"Murder channel?" she prompted on that note, punctuating the request with a kiss to his neck.
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And her Tuesdays could sometimes be fairly exciting, but pretty much nothing beat cuddling with Diego in her book.
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And here she'd worried about the distance making things difficult on their relationship. It wasn't always easy, and there were plenty of lonely nights (and mornings, and afternoons), but it wasn't so bad now that they'd figured out a routine.
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But she also had the utmost confidence that neither of them would ever let things get anywhere close to as bad as last spring ever again.
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Even given that they'd had probably their worst fight in the middle of that. Really, two of the worst (and only) arguments they'd ever had came out of last fall.
(And also, last fall was still sort of...ongoing, really. She was a little afraid to go look at the math board and see if any progress had been made.)
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Because, yeah, that was always a big thing on his mind.
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She had a pretty good idea of how he was doing with it -- again, a benefit of being as close as they were -- but she more just wanted to open the floor for him to talk about it, if he wanted.
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