“I just don’t — hmmm — want you getting the wrong idea about me. I’m not some kind of pure, shining girl here to lift you out of the sewer. I’m not going to be any kind of balance for you.” She half-turned in her chair, taking his hands. “Thank you for breakfast, Victor, darling.”
“I would never hold anyone to such a high standard as being perfect, it’s impossible. An’ I sure as hell would never ask you to drag me out of the sewer. I would never imagine to burden someone with the task of balancing me out anyways. I’ve managed alright so far so I don’t see the reason to ask someone to try.” Victor looked down at their hands and smiled. “I’m not the kind of person that wants to be around people to be fixed, I’m just looking for some understanding and trust.”
“You’re welcome by the way love.”
“So. You’ve stuffed me and kissed me, and at some point I suppose I should clean up the kitchen.” She stuck another piece of pancake in her mouth. “Now what?”
Victor chuckled a bit. “I dunno love, what do you normally do during the day? Usually after breakfast I go out and either do some hunting or run about in the woods not too far away from my house upstate. I dunno if you’re up for that or that kind of drive though.”
“Depends if I have a contract or not. Right now I don’t. Work is slow right now, so usually I would tidy up the house a bit, maybe do a load of laundry or vaccum or something, and then play video games or read for the rest of the day.” Summer pushed a hand back through her hair, loose and tumbling over her shoulders. “And somewhere in there is a shower or bath.”