OC RP - Delia & Han

 

"I don't know what's gotten into you?" Han looked Delia over as if she had gone insane. He didn't even know her without her Goth Look. "Is it really you?"

Delia looked away, a little angry, but looked back at him. "Oh, you know, I'm full of surprises." She said she wanted a summer look. "I'm friends with Lizzie, you know."

"Did she put you up to this?" Han looked at her blankly as he stood in the kitchen with his hands on his hips, forgetting he had breakfast dishes to clean up.

"No," Delia winced. "I just wanted something different." She hugged herself as if he was putting her off.

He knew she hadn't really changed. She was the one always in charge. And of course, he always did what he was told. He didn't like it when she got fussy. But lately, she'd been rather laid back since she'd gotten to know Lizzie. Of course, this gave him more time to look through his interviews. He did get on at a media library at a television station. There was a lot to learn about archiving. Plus, he got to do more behind the scenes at the station. He was learning camera work. Although most reporters these days have to do their own setups on their phones. Everything was on the go. But they did need a driver, on occasion. Especially if the weather gets messy. 

Han was glad he had the job. He was glad Delia didn't need him to entertain her all the time. Maybe they were becoming grown-ups. Han grinned. This warm feeling of accomplishment finally seized him. He went back to the kitchen to clean up.

"What's so funny?" She gave him the eye, like he remembered. 

"We are," he chuckled, looking back at her with a sunny face that held no grudge. "Who would have thunk it? We are still together, you know."

She had to ponder that one as if she hadn't a clue what he was talking about.

"I know, Ezra was thinking it would be just a phase for you. But I think you really like me, you know."

"Really"

"Yes, really." He smiled as he got the dishwasher loaded. "We are a good team."

She went to help put away the seasonings that were on the counter. She was quiet. Usually, she was a chatterbox. Her behind in the soft sleep pants brushed against his backside. It was a pleasant surprise. Nobody said anything. It was as if the silence spoke for itself.