[littl3chocobo]

"if you have a sledge you can drive a nail through the metal, it might stick you if you are not careful but it will keep it attached to the wood just fine......brady," he paused, he wasn't sure why he wanted to stay here so much more than any other place, "...i am sorry i didn't get anything done all day. i will make up for it tomorrow"

[Honey]

The boy's plan seemed plausible, but his thoughts of where his sledge happened to be were interrupted by the call of his name, and looking up waited for the boy to speak. "No, you dun have ta be the one to apologize, ya just weren't feelin' well. Just rest well t'night and we will work tomorra."

[littl3chocobo]

he nodded and sat down next to the chair. as it rocked he felt himself grow tired but knew not to nod off, instead he looked out over the land and tried to imagine it green

[Honey]

Eventually he had to set aside the rake, knowing that it would do not good for him to work on it any more that evening. It made a dull sound against eh wood of the porch, and leaning back into his chair he listened to the familiar squeaking sound it made with each rock. His own eyes looked out across the fields as he thought about the one sitting beside him. "Ya know, Gabriel, I have been awful lucky since you came around, like you're almost an answer to a prayer I've been prayin' for a long time."

[littl3chocobo]

he had to hold back his first response and his second though less bitter had to be discarded too. it took several long moments for him to come up with something tempered enough for the farmer's ear. "....almost is not the same as is. you should keep trying for your prayer and not settle for for an almost"

[Honey]

He rolled his shoulders into a shrug, "I do not believe I am settling. I have already gotten more than I would have given God credit for being able to give. No, it is not perfect, but it is pretty damn close, and I'm willing to keep what I have, unless there are other plans."

[littl3chocobo]

closing his mouth he said no more, the farmer was mistaken to think there was anything good to this and he hadn't the heart to be the one to say it. using his hand he braced against the wood and stood. he wasn't sure what he could offer now that he had gone through assurances and warnings and though he would have liked food or affection he could ask neither. he turned to go back to bed

[Honey]

Looking up he thought to say something to the boy, but as he stepped back through the door he rocked himself out of his seat and followed after. "You were stuck in bed all day, and you haven't hardly eaten anything. I'd waited on my supper to see how you were feelin', would ya like me to make somethin'?"

[littl3chocobo]

if he was the sort to believe comics he would say the farmer was a mind-reader but he didn't and the man wasn't and he shook his head no, "i did nothing to earn my meal tonight"

[Honey]

"Maybe not, but if ya plan on workin' tomorrow ya need your strength and should eat somethin'," He was persistent in following the boy, and made the effort to stop him. "You can make up for it by working tomorra. I want ta help."

[littl3chocobo]

frowning he let himself be halted, "whatever else i may be a shiftless layabout is most certainly not it. i will work harder tomorrow than yesterday."

[Honey]

He'd only known the boy for a few days, and yet he felt compelled to believe him and his words and so corralled him away from the stairs and towards the kitchen. "Good, I made pea soup and we still have some bread tha we can have with it. Get tha glasses for water and I'll get the food"

[littl3chocobo]

nodding he did as he was bid and when the meal was set out his hunger made itself known loudly. red-faced he laughed at the sound and hoped the other would not be offended and when a matching laugh came from the other he felt relived. smiling at the man he sat down and waited for the meal to begin

[Honey]

He had to admit he was not much of a cook, never really making something he wanted to eat as much as what was available, and that evening was one such example. He hated split pea soup, but it seemed the boy loved it with the way he scarfed it down. "Ya like the soup?"

[littl3chocobo]

pausing in his eating he looked up and found blue eyes looking right at him. swallowing he lifted away from the bowl, "it is fine, why?"

[Honey]

He gave a shrug as he looked down to his own bowl of the olive green mess. "I am not very good at cookin', soup especially. I'm use to my food, but with the way you were eating I thought that maybe it was better than I realized."