Percy's mood matches the poor weather. Vex has been patient, she thinks, but it's his moving about that's threatening to make her lose it. The cold weather has her choosing to linger in bed, back against the pillows and headboard, lap covered by thick blankets as she reads. Her eyes flick over to Percy as he once more looks out the window, and it's with a sigh that she shuts her book and sets it on the nightstand.
"Is it that miserable to be cooped up with your wife?" She teases, knowing it's not her. He's a man that likes to keep busy, and he doesn't need both his condition and the weather reminding him of the fact that he's unable to do all the things he would usually. "I doubt the weather will improve tomorrow, let alone today."
If it's not snowing, she'll be surprised. And he'll be even more irritated. In Vex's opinion, the shit weather is a blessing: he's forced to rest.
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Date: 2025-01-15 04:40 am (UTC)"Is it that miserable to be cooped up with your wife?" She teases, knowing it's not her. He's a man that likes to keep busy, and he doesn't need both his condition and the weather reminding him of the fact that he's unable to do all the things he would usually. "I doubt the weather will improve tomorrow, let alone today."
If it's not snowing, she'll be surprised. And he'll be even more irritated. In Vex's opinion, the shit weather is a blessing: he's forced to rest.