[ 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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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?