07-13-2017, 01:37 PM
“I don't think there's anything creepy to it,” he chuckled. “They give good advice, I think.”
He really didn't, but that was neither here nor there. What was known was that perhaps Navana was already swayed to their thinking. After all, where Ryan truly came from, America that was, the notion of men having children were impossible. Here Navana might have thought it to be a norm.
“Sure you aren't,” he said with an illusive yet sarcastically charming response. “A lot of people tend to think that way, but we're in a state of a boom. Everyone's contributed to some form already. I imagine trying to last five years without socializing with almost everyone here would be a terrifying thing. Sides...who said it had to be you? I didn't like the idea at first, but if it makes you feel better, I would.”
He looked at the fish and other things he prepared, the wine especially. “I'd have to give these up one way or another at some point, but how did I get here?”
He explained what happened. He was twenty at the time, enjoying a boat ride with friends and his then crush, Cassandra. Judging by how he outwardly appeared, even then he seemingly came from either a middle or upper class standing, enough to be on a large private boat with her and three others at least.
“I guess I didn't see it coming,” he said. “I hit something and we wrecked. Next thing I'm aware of, we're on the shores of the cove. It didn't last that way though.”
As the years went by, Ryan now being Twenty-five, he fell out with Cassandra, feeling that all it was was merely just a high school crush that faded as he felt he was truly interested in other men. His friends? They had moved on as well, already starting families with one another. He was the oddball given he had a crush on a woman who was now gone.
“She left years ago, but I decided to stay,” he said.
That wasn't remotely close to the actual truth, but that's what his blue eyes painted and that's what his mind was led to believe.
“I get it,” he said. “We're strangers, but you're living here with me. At least get to know me and not write me off right away. You might find that there's someone willing to go the distance for you.”
Dinner was done for the most part where they were free to do as they pleased. That was if Navana didn't want desert the male prepared as well. Other than that, the dishes were mostly being cleaned.
He really didn't, but that was neither here nor there. What was known was that perhaps Navana was already swayed to their thinking. After all, where Ryan truly came from, America that was, the notion of men having children were impossible. Here Navana might have thought it to be a norm.
“Sure you aren't,” he said with an illusive yet sarcastically charming response. “A lot of people tend to think that way, but we're in a state of a boom. Everyone's contributed to some form already. I imagine trying to last five years without socializing with almost everyone here would be a terrifying thing. Sides...who said it had to be you? I didn't like the idea at first, but if it makes you feel better, I would.”
He looked at the fish and other things he prepared, the wine especially. “I'd have to give these up one way or another at some point, but how did I get here?”
He explained what happened. He was twenty at the time, enjoying a boat ride with friends and his then crush, Cassandra. Judging by how he outwardly appeared, even then he seemingly came from either a middle or upper class standing, enough to be on a large private boat with her and three others at least.
“I guess I didn't see it coming,” he said. “I hit something and we wrecked. Next thing I'm aware of, we're on the shores of the cove. It didn't last that way though.”
As the years went by, Ryan now being Twenty-five, he fell out with Cassandra, feeling that all it was was merely just a high school crush that faded as he felt he was truly interested in other men. His friends? They had moved on as well, already starting families with one another. He was the oddball given he had a crush on a woman who was now gone.
“She left years ago, but I decided to stay,” he said.
That wasn't remotely close to the actual truth, but that's what his blue eyes painted and that's what his mind was led to believe.
“I get it,” he said. “We're strangers, but you're living here with me. At least get to know me and not write me off right away. You might find that there's someone willing to go the distance for you.”
Dinner was done for the most part where they were free to do as they pleased. That was if Navana didn't want desert the male prepared as well. Other than that, the dishes were mostly being cleaned.