"So, what happened?" She asks him, biting her bottom lip. Moose lets out a breath as he watches her hand retract from Gunter.
He notices that the air around them is a little awkward since the last time they met up. Maybe it's from him, but he thinks it's from her. She's acting more distant-- more closed up then usual, which is saying something. For some reason, he can tell that something's wrong. Does it involve him? Maybe it's nothing. But if it's nothing, why does he feel like it's something?
"Well, we were on a walk when my foot got stuck in that hole," he tells her pointing over at it. "I fell down, and since I was tired, I guess I just passed out. I don't know," he says, shrugging his shoulders.
"You were tired?" She curiously questions, tilting her head to the side. He nods his head.
"Yeah, I kind of have this thing where I can't fully fall asleep at night," he replies, scratching at the back of his neck. Why is he telling her this?
She stares at him for a second. "Are you okay?" She repeats, actually meaning it this time.
"Not really," he admits, "but I will be."
A few seconds go by in silence, with Moose tapping his hand against his thigh and Eleanor clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. It's relieving to be alone with her for a moment. Usual, they're either surrounded by her family or his. It's nice, for a change, just to be sitting with her like this.
Biting the inside of his cheek, he sputters out, "For the past few days, I've been enjoying playing the piano." Eleanor quickly glances over at him and sends him a smug look.
"It's because of me, right?" She questions, her white teeth shining past her pink lips. He nods his head.
"Because of you."
"Have you been playing hip songs like I told you to?" She inquires with a raised eyebrow. To that, he shakes his head no.
"I don't know what to play, so I've just been playing scraps from my old music book. It's kind of boring because I already know most of the songs, but it's something, I guess," he tells her honestly.
"Well, I guess we have to change that," she tells him.
"I guess so."
"What if we do this," she begins, moving closer to him. A weird feeling flutters in his stomach as she brushes her arm against his. "You send ten recipes to me to try out, and I'll send you ten songs to learn how to play." He stares down at her, liking the suggestion.
"Sure, but can you send me five songs instead of ten?" He asks, biting the inside of his cheek.
"Why not ten?"
"Because learning how to play a song is a lot harder than baking something new," he retorts, grabbing onto Gunter's leash. The animal sends him a look, causing Moose to roll his eyes.
"Okay, fine. Ten ingredients, five songs. And you have to have them learned by Christmas," she tells him. He lets out a sharp breath but nods his head.
"Deal," he states.
"Good," she replies. A minute goes by, and then she speaks up again. "So, there's this thing tonight." He raises an eyebrow.
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When Eleanor bumps into a Moose she doesn't take much from it, but when it starts to become a reoccurring situation, she realizes that letting people in isn't as bad as it seems, and maybe he would let her in, too. Cover By: @gnarly-