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Gym made sense. Studying, too. Sharon managed only to blink out of a nod when he finished his explanation of why he did not study much. Her mouthed opened, wanting to express her surprise in words. She had not known the children Biocybera stole were taught anything other than well, how to be a soldier. Basics were important everywhere, of course, but not everyone shared her opinion.
She closed her lips without speaking though, when his eyes sought refuge elsewhere. If he had meant to admit that, he clearly did not want any fuss made. And if he had not meant to say it… Sharon could not tell either way, but she knew that wandering look and quick finish into silence well enough to swallow her words until she knew this young man better.
Thankfully, he moved away from it himself, rather than leaving the moment hanging, and she breathed out her held breath. That might well have been a ruined conversation otherwise. They were littered throughout silences, she knew, but it still would have been troublesome so soon into her attempt at breaking that silence.
His admission made her smile widely, perhaps a little too widely, in relief. "I can certainly help you with cooking. I have many old and new recipes you might try, if you like. And if they are not telling you about. balancing books in school, you might ask Isaac, he has managed our household very well." She had no complaints, at the least, and was currently eager to please. Trying, very hard, not to ask if he had ever considered skipping ahead a grade or two if he already knew what they were teaching him. Later, when he was more comfortable with her and she with him. Later. It was always later, but better than saying never.
"If you want seconds," his bowl was nearing empty, and he had not slowed a bit until she asked her question, so she assumed he was going to still be hungry when he finished, "please help yourself."
She closed her lips without speaking though, when his eyes sought refuge elsewhere. If he had meant to admit that, he clearly did not want any fuss made. And if he had not meant to say it… Sharon could not tell either way, but she knew that wandering look and quick finish into silence well enough to swallow her words until she knew this young man better.
Thankfully, he moved away from it himself, rather than leaving the moment hanging, and she breathed out her held breath. That might well have been a ruined conversation otherwise. They were littered throughout silences, she knew, but it still would have been troublesome so soon into her attempt at breaking that silence.
His admission made her smile widely, perhaps a little too widely, in relief. "I can certainly help you with cooking. I have many old and new recipes you might try, if you like. And if they are not telling you about. balancing books in school, you might ask Isaac, he has managed our household very well." She had no complaints, at the least, and was currently eager to please. Trying, very hard, not to ask if he had ever considered skipping ahead a grade or two if he already knew what they were teaching him. Later, when he was more comfortable with her and she with him. Later. It was always later, but better than saying never.
"If you want seconds," his bowl was nearing empty, and he had not slowed a bit until she asked her question, so she assumed he was going to still be hungry when he finished, "please help yourself."