Oh, this might actually be okay. She looked casual enough, seemed quite relaxed, was still sitting down and hadn’t thrown anything or even yelled at him yet. And she’d said chat, hadn’t she? She had said his full name, and her smile looked a little dangerous, but - well, maybe that was just her usual greeting, and her usual smile. (Tyb didn’t know her well enough to say, but he had a little hope.)
So he sat down on the couch, supposing that if he complied promptly with everything she would go easy on him. After all, he had married Elsie, and she knew as well as they did that that had always been the goal. Tybalt relaxed his shoulders somewhat when he was sitting, but had his hands on his knees and his back straight and was much - more still than usual, as if he was sitting for a photographer and afraid to make a move.
Maybe if he circled around the obvious topic they would just... chat, and never get to it. “This is a really nice room,” Tyb remarked, pretending for a moment to be very interested in the décor or the furniture or the carpet, in case one compliment about her house could actually make her soften. And he dared one innocent question, thinking it was probably safe. “How have you been?”
So he sat down on the couch, supposing that if he complied promptly with everything she would go easy on him. After all, he had married Elsie, and she knew as well as they did that that had always been the goal. Tybalt relaxed his shoulders somewhat when he was sitting, but had his hands on his knees and his back straight and was much - more still than usual, as if he was sitting for a photographer and afraid to make a move.
Maybe if he circled around the obvious topic they would just... chat, and never get to it. “This is a really nice room,” Tyb remarked, pretending for a moment to be very interested in the décor or the furniture or the carpet, in case one compliment about her house could actually make her soften. And he dared one innocent question, thinking it was probably safe. “How have you been?”
