Moored

[HaWho]

Thanks Roist. That is very good advice.

So, I am finally on the mend over here. H has been very helpful and each day asks if I feel better. (Probably he hopes I will worsen so he openly can chase down other prospects.)

Each day he has been preparing this nutritional drink for all of us. Last night he personally delivered it to me. It was sweet but boy did he look sheepish. Truly, he looked like a teen who was forced to pitch in despite the fact that it was all self-initiated. I praised and ohhed and ahhhed.

A few days ago we were both in the kitchen. H asked how I felt and other than that there was silence. It was awkward. It often is. Then minutes later, via text, from down the hall, he offered to do a few things as I was still sick. So I sent a text back and accepted but told him he was going to get fat by texting from down the hall vs. walking out to speak. He texted back and said he was tired of staring at the back of my head and that texting delivered more of a response! Hmm. He notices that I don't pay him too much attention?!?

So I said I did not mean to be rude but just assume he wants to be left alone as he is almost always behind a closed door. He responsed that he likes talking to me provided I don't act crazy or jump on his every word. (Maybe I did this during my depression?!?) Or maybe he's projecting. In any case, he had a moment where he remembered he does enjoy my conversation and he admitted it. I will try engaging him in more conversations and see how that goes.

He had to take care of a financial issue for me and was like his old self about it. Very easy going. It is something he would have freaked about over the summer. Afterwards he texted me and told me he was my night in shining armor. I praised and validated. He told me I needed to bake x for him. I said sure.

I assume he is temp checking.

The other day he returned home with his shoes in hand. s11 asked him why. H seemed flustered. He was over explaining. I think he was worried about how it looked to me. (Like he'd been chased out of some woman's house or something.) I never heard the whole story; just didn't care. I was up the stairs as he was talking. I realized he could be out front in the bushes with someone for all I care.


Other than that? He is listening to the same 5 or 6 depressing songs.

I live with my headphones on my head.