[ He has more than a few. He's still polite enough to wait for the knock before opening the door, as fully and completely dressed as ever, expression calm. ]
Welcome. It really wasn't necessary to get me anything, [ Harold says immediately, in all truthfulness a bit embarrassed as he steps back to let him in. ]
I started it back there but I finished it here. [he's self conscious about that because if you really look you can tell the difference between where he had fae gifts and where he doesn't.]
[ No one's made Harold anything handmade as a gift in... well. Since longer than he can remember. It speaks to the mid-century mid-western roots in him, and he doesn't mind the parts of it that look rougher against the other, perfectly neat stitches.
He turns to set the present on their dining table and unwraps it, smiling at what he sees and still a little embarrassed. His shyness actually looks like shyness, rather than how he usually masks it as poise or stateliness. He looks down at the scarf and tests the softness of the yarn. ]
I do actually wear scarves, [ he says, which is an asinine comment but all that he can come up with to say. ] I take it you've been doing better?
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Welcome. It really wasn't necessary to get me anything, [ Harold says immediately, in all truthfulness a bit embarrassed as he steps back to let him in. ]
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[His ears are red as he offers a neatly wrapped package over. Inside is a wine red scarf, hand knitted, with a bird in flight on the end. A wren.]
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Ah, it's the scarf you promised me, [ he realizes. ] So you did keep up with knitting after the mission? I'm pleased to hear that.
[ He is, actually; Harold thinks his little coterie of displaced killers should have more hobbies that do not involve guns. ]
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It helps me unwind for bed.
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He turns to set the present on their dining table and unwraps it, smiling at what he sees and still a little embarrassed. His shyness actually looks like shyness, rather than how he usually masks it as poise or stateliness. He looks down at the scarf and tests the softness of the yarn. ]
I do actually wear scarves, [ he says, which is an asinine comment but all that he can come up with to say. ] I take it you've been doing better?