-She nods and moves her hands from fucking with his face to squeezing his shoulders with a bit of real affection. Even if he’s fretting over nothing (like usual)-
I know… but they’re only going to benefit by learning on their own. We can’t coddle them forever.
And of course she’s watching them!
-Discipline them, well, no not really. She’s doing a lot of disciplining the couch with her ass-
Well they gave me a separate room. Unless you want to keep all your clothes on the floor I should probably use it.
-But that reminds her of something-
So. Walter’s gone.
Is it at least nearby?
-Huffs and rolls his eyes, irritated that he can’t somehow get a damn room with his wife. Not to mention he’d love to put these bags down and help her unpack so that her room is properly organized.-
Yeah, he’s transferred out, you’ll be happy to know. We’re not exactly on good terms… I left him finally.
Yeah it’s… down the hall I think?
-She gets a glance at his huffiness and clicks her tongue, still grinning try as she might to hide it-
I didn’t say I wouldn’t sleep in your bed, did I? But half a closet simply isn’t good enough for me.
-Once they’re at the right door she just kicks it open, expecting it to be unlocked and getting a damn well hurting foot for her troubles-
Ahhh! Fuck! Does it kill them to unlock the door!?
-Whatever, she has the key. Lazy janitorial service. Once it’s open she strolls inside and immediately flops on the bed. To work, husband-
Mmmm. I am happy to know~
Did that happen prior to his departure? What was the straw?
-There’s no hiding that grin now-
Did he transfer because you broke his heart or something?