The smile that Andrew offered Miss O’Brien was the first genuine smile he could remember giving in what seemed like a lifetime, and though it felt strange to smile after so long he found himself relieved he could still do it.
"I sometimes steal away into the trees on my half day," he muttered, absently pressing her hand in his. “An’ I wouldn’t say no to sharing my smoke breaks with someone."
Andrew knew his fairer companion smoked, but had never really seen her at it. The concept intrigued him, though he couldn’t say why.
Sarah finally slipped her hand free from his. She enjoyed the contact but it occurred to her as she heard footsteps shuffling above them that she may well be enjoying it a tad too much. It wouldn’t do to become too attached to a man after all, even one as amiable as Mr Lang. Men were temporary or trouble her mama had always said, and though Sarah didn’t like to think what that meant about her much-loved father she had always believed the words.
She couldn’t be cruel to him. Usually the admonishments and dismissals came to her lips so easily – too easily – but she couldn’t think of a single thing to say that might deter him and in her heart of hearts she knew it was because she didn’t want to deter him.
“Would you like to join me tomorrow morning then? I know that they’re both out, Lord and Lady Grantham, and I’ve got no mending to do that can’t wait.”
She curled her fingers together to stop herself taking his hand again.
“We could go to the village. Or the trees if you’d prefer?”
(OOC: Sorry about the wait! Perhaps we should end this little thread and start a new, fresh one that involved a walk to the village and possibly some tree-based shenanigans?)
Andrew nervously glanced up as footfalls sounded overhead and pressed the heels of his hands against the table’s edge; he tried not to think on that little sting of regret he felt when she let go of his hand- he was a man, supposedly, not a daft little schoolboy.
Yet in the next moment he was smiling gladly as she made her proposal, something that was perhaps a distant cousin to excitement waking inside his chest. To be out of the house and in the free air, with Miss O’Brien for company…that sounded pleasant. Better by far than aimless wandering.
"That…that sounds lovely. Sometimes it’s better to have company."
(OOC: I’ll start up the half-day thread, if you’re game. Lighthouse RP still a thing?)