Tuni smiled up at him when he said he cared for her, too. Her smile was wide and almost beaming as her heart fluttered at the thought. It was starting out better than she'd ever expected it to. She'd been preparing herself for the chance that he might return her same affections but clearly he did. But there was a but. There was always a but.
She couldn't help the furrowing of her brow as he said that she shouldn't have to work. Hadn't he realized by now that she wasn't the sit around and be idle type. Cross stitch and painting or whatever else other proper young ladies did weren't things that interested her in the slightest. They were boring and Tuni was most definitely not a boring sort. Surely he knew that by now! She'd already told him she'd been working in her own way for several months. She'd told him all about the researching she'd been doing as a result of it all. Working was something she wanted to do. Especially at the museum. It was just the kind of place she belonged if she couldn't actually go and travel herself. She'd told him all of that.
But she waited before she spoke, listened to everything he had to say instead of interrupting him like she really wanted to. It almost took an act of biting down on her tongue physically not to interrupt him but he deserved a chance to speak the way she had.
"Rufus," she started simply, her gaze narrowed some, "If you haven't come to the realization that I want to work by now I don't know how else to get that across to you. I was out in this ridiculous fog alone because I fought with my father about my desire to work." She squeezed his hand then but brought her free hand up to gently brush his cheek. "I want to work," she said with a smile, "I know you want to provide and I know you will no matter what day it is that you finally can. But until then, why can't I help to support us. Because in the end, I really just want you."
She couldn't help the furrowing of her brow as he said that she shouldn't have to work. Hadn't he realized by now that she wasn't the sit around and be idle type. Cross stitch and painting or whatever else other proper young ladies did weren't things that interested her in the slightest. They were boring and Tuni was most definitely not a boring sort. Surely he knew that by now! She'd already told him she'd been working in her own way for several months. She'd told him all about the researching she'd been doing as a result of it all. Working was something she wanted to do. Especially at the museum. It was just the kind of place she belonged if she couldn't actually go and travel herself. She'd told him all of that.
But she waited before she spoke, listened to everything he had to say instead of interrupting him like she really wanted to. It almost took an act of biting down on her tongue physically not to interrupt him but he deserved a chance to speak the way she had.
"Rufus," she started simply, her gaze narrowed some, "If you haven't come to the realization that I want to work by now I don't know how else to get that across to you. I was out in this ridiculous fog alone because I fought with my father about my desire to work." She squeezed his hand then but brought her free hand up to gently brush his cheek. "I want to work," she said with a smile, "I know you want to provide and I know you will no matter what day it is that you finally can. But until then, why can't I help to support us. Because in the end, I really just want you."
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