Post by Junkrat on Mar 8, 2017 22:25:42 GMT
It hadn't been all that long since the two of them had decided to share their space and move in together. There were a lot of things he loved about Emma, she was brilliant, precise, with a sense of humor that often matched his own toe to toe where wits were involved. For a while after they'd decided to start dating, things had been fairly blissful, he supposed that was the honeymoon phase, that period of puppy love when two people started dating that made everything perfect. Lately though, things had been less than perfect...A lot less.
He still loved her, but there was undoubtedly some aspects that he was beginning to find grating, and judging by the amount of times she'd snapped at him as well recently, he presumed she was starting to find him grating as well. It was often just a back and fourth for them, but he always backed down, especially when he felt his own temper starting to flare up.
Growing up with a man like his father, and seeing the way he treated his mother and sister had instilled a sometimes crippling fear into him. Don't lose your temper, don't be too forceful, don't assert yourself even when you know you're right about something. He refused to become his father, and he supposed that had made him incredibly soft and compliant. When Emma spoke or told him to do something, he listened, and obeyed to the letter, even if he knew an easier way around things. He was terrified of becoming angry, and becoming Altair, so he often kowtowed to her, and he imagined that was starting to grate oh her nerves too.
They'd needed to go shopping today, and she'd given him his own list to go by to split the job between them. His list had been fairly simple, eggs, milk, cereal, sandwich stuff, coffee, and creamer. Everything else had been fairly easy, but he was hung up now on the last two items. Coffee and creamer, he wished she'd of given him specifics.
Z's brain never worked in simplest terms, especially not when it came to things like this, it was a compulsive tick that had always been there, but was worse now that he had the numbers to make things even more complicated. It wasn't just coffee and creamer, it was millions of possible combinations, brands, flavors, and every single one of them presented themselves to him. He'd been standing here for nearly an hour now, pacing up and down the aisle looking over ever label, picking one up, reading it, putting it down. Compare and contrast and think. And then overthink. By now he'd completely forgotten that she was somewhere in the store waiting for him, too wrapped up in the infinite loop that was his brain.
He still loved her, but there was undoubtedly some aspects that he was beginning to find grating, and judging by the amount of times she'd snapped at him as well recently, he presumed she was starting to find him grating as well. It was often just a back and fourth for them, but he always backed down, especially when he felt his own temper starting to flare up.
Growing up with a man like his father, and seeing the way he treated his mother and sister had instilled a sometimes crippling fear into him. Don't lose your temper, don't be too forceful, don't assert yourself even when you know you're right about something. He refused to become his father, and he supposed that had made him incredibly soft and compliant. When Emma spoke or told him to do something, he listened, and obeyed to the letter, even if he knew an easier way around things. He was terrified of becoming angry, and becoming Altair, so he often kowtowed to her, and he imagined that was starting to grate oh her nerves too.
They'd needed to go shopping today, and she'd given him his own list to go by to split the job between them. His list had been fairly simple, eggs, milk, cereal, sandwich stuff, coffee, and creamer. Everything else had been fairly easy, but he was hung up now on the last two items. Coffee and creamer, he wished she'd of given him specifics.
Z's brain never worked in simplest terms, especially not when it came to things like this, it was a compulsive tick that had always been there, but was worse now that he had the numbers to make things even more complicated. It wasn't just coffee and creamer, it was millions of possible combinations, brands, flavors, and every single one of them presented themselves to him. He'd been standing here for nearly an hour now, pacing up and down the aisle looking over ever label, picking one up, reading it, putting it down. Compare and contrast and think. And then overthink. By now he'd completely forgotten that she was somewhere in the store waiting for him, too wrapped up in the infinite loop that was his brain.
