Llewyn is up earlier than usual; making breakfast in an attempt to quiet the thoughts. Keep his hands busy. Mary is sleeping soundly when he leaves. He envies her, for a moment – younger and smarter and better than he’s ever been. (But she’s got baggage, too.)
He’s as quiet as he can be. Light on his feet and careful with the cookware. He’ll let her sleep. She deserves it.
Mary jumped with a squeak when she heard the voice from the doorway, nearly dropping her towel in the process. Pushing wet curls out of her face, she turned and gave a mock glare towards Llewyn. “Don’t sneak up on me like that. Rude.” Of course, it was about that moment that what he said sank in and her cheeks flushed bright pink. “——Oh. Well. I… should hope so.”
Mock obediently, Mary ‘shut up’ and leaned back into the couch, arms crossed. There was no telling how long her stubbornness would hold, or when bubbly energy would resurface, but for now—————she was quiet.
It takes him a moment to figure out why she’s gone quiet.
