He'd coped by going with her to yarn sales. He also got into quite a few fixes with yarn messes that stood the time of patience. He just didn't know how Val could do it. Stay busy, non-stop. Honestly, he didn't want to do anything.
"Isn't there a video game you can play?" She finally asked, even though she never would set down to play a game with him and even when she could watch she was busy crocheting a scarf.
He shrugged. He'd rather not. She worked. He was just flustered thinking maybe the two of them weren't OK. Yes, their romance had its limits and sometimes he dreaded those last fifteen minutes before he had to go. They would cozy up, kiss for a good five minutes, maybe eight if he were lucky and then one last hug before a good night. Were they losing touch?
How many times had he wanted to say, "Teach me to crochet?" But he couldn't. No way would he want too. Yes, sometimes, he envied Jools who could come over and help her out with her hat projects or scarves.
Maybe they were just wrong for each other. Or he could blame it on winter.
He told her didn't want to play games anymore.
"What?" He thought she might be laughing at him. Finally, she smiled. "I think you're growing up." The way she said it, it sounded like something his grandmother might say.
He clinched a smile and nodded. Oh, he did have a lot of grownup thoughts. Just how long could he keep them to himself.
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