Why. It was a loaded question, and one Lachlan wasn't sure he could answer without revealing anything he wasn't comfortable with sharing. Somehow he didn't think saying oh, just something I did to busy my mind in the aftermath of heartbreak was something anyone would take easily to, nor something they should know to begin with. He also didn't think she'd believe him if he claimed it was on impulse—which, really, it wasn't. He hadn't intended to be so destructive, but it was a situation where he'd spiraled. Even saying that much pushed it too far. He stayed silent instead, letting her continue on to her more businesslike questions.
"It's about two-hundred square feet of loose dirt," he admitted, knowing how awful that sounded. "It was grass before. I had a garden, but it was poorly tended to. I remember planting a few trees at the end of last year, too, but they're goners now." Even weeds were gone. That was an improvement, but not really. "I don't know what I want to do, but I know something has to be done. Maybe grass... to begin with? Something to keep me busy." It was the one hint he would give. He needed a fix for sure, but he didn't want something that would never be touched again after it was planted. He needed work.
"It's about two-hundred square feet of loose dirt," he admitted, knowing how awful that sounded. "It was grass before. I had a garden, but it was poorly tended to. I remember planting a few trees at the end of last year, too, but they're goners now." Even weeds were gone. That was an improvement, but not really. "I don't know what I want to do, but I know something has to be done. Maybe grass... to begin with? Something to keep me busy." It was the one hint he would give. He needed a fix for sure, but he didn't want something that would never be touched again after it was planted. He needed work.
— way too attractive set by mj <3 —