George was making scrambled eggs and toast. Celine puts the box on the table and takes stock of the rest of the house, making sure there was nothing else here that she feels she needs. Finding nothing important enough to take, she comes back to the kitchen as George puts two plates down on the table, she comes and sits beside him and eats quietly. He looks at her,
“You’ve been quiet.” She smirks and nods, “Still thinking big thoughts?” She looks at him, purses her lips and tilts her head.
“Not exactly, but I’ve realised that I’m not going to be living here ever again. It hurts a lot that I missed so much of what went on here the last eleven years. I’m glad to be going with you, don’t get me wrong. But it still feels weird and painful.” He nods, gripping her arm gently,
“This was home f
