Even the ones that he doesn't particularly care for.
"Where are you going?" Dafne asks, throwing a few shirts near Henri's suitcase when she gestures for them.
"One of the director's assistants got sick and he's asked me to go with him to Bridgeport. Apparently there's this big meet-up going on and I get to help him represent our medical community. This is a huge deal, whatever this is, and he's chosen me to go with him."
"Oh. Well that's great, babe."
Dafne nods. "Yeah." She sighs.
"We... broke up. Henri had some conference thing she had to go to and will be gone for a while, so we still have some things to settle once she gets back. At least it won't be awkward while we both get our stuff sorted." She shrugs, smiling sadly.
"I'm sorry." Harlan isn't sure what else to say. Why does he have to be so shitty at this sort of thing?
"I'm not. I said what I need to say and maybe this is for the best. I still love her and I know she loves me, but..." Dafne hunches her shoulders in defeat. "... what she wants and what I want are two different things apparently."
"You mean am I moving out?" Harlan nods. "Maybe. I don't know. For right now though, no. We parted as friends and she's offered to let me stay here until I find a place of my own. Besides, she needs the extra cash from my portion of rent." Dafne laughs humorlessly, flipping through the channels on the TV.
"That's it." He says, rising from the couch and grabbing Daf's hand.
Dafne laughs, pulling her hand away at first - but Harlan is persistent and grabs her hand again. "What are you doing?"
"I'm taking you out." Harlan tugs a few more times on her arm, earning another small laugh from Dafne, before she finally relents and follows him out of the house.
Power Hour." She teases.
"Who knew you were so good."
"I did." Dafne laughs, pointing to herself in triumph.
Harlan grimaces as his stomach lurches slightly. For being so small, Dafne can sure keep her alcohol down. The same couldn't be said for Harlan who managed to throw not once, but twice at the bar.
"Even while I was throwing up?" Harlan smirks.
"Well that part I could have done without, but in all seriousness - it really helped."
Dafne slaps him on the shoulder with a toothy grin. "Sure thing, lightweight."
Filler, filler, filler! I cut this one short mainly because I'm writing this in between work breaks (and because I didn't save all my pictures to my flash drive, hence the short time skips. Oops.) Next chapter, things actually happen... for reals this time. I swear, these last two chapters have been utter hell to write simply because THERE'S NOTHING GOING ON! But I need to start establishing relationships - you know? /rant.
I haven't done this in a while, so here are the character updates:
-Harlan's logic skill is at level 7.
-Harlan's gardening skill is at level 4 (you probably won't see much of this until much, much later in the story).
-Harlan's handiness skill is at level 7.
On a random note: I switched the genders for a pose and got a nice booty shot of Harlan.
The title of this chapter is named after a song by Built to Spill.