Dominic wrinkled his noise as she took the hose away from him, the smell of burning hair and dust pervading the air. ” I was just trying to pick up the sock I’d dropped; I was getting creative!… Not my fault the damned thing malfunctioned.”
Dominic had put the fork in its proper place by the time she had repeated herself, which was fortuitous for he might have dropped it on the floor. And if the vacuum had wheezed at the sock, well the fork would be far less attractive to contemplate.
"Well, I- thank you, Hettie. That is very kind." he wasn’t sure what to make of the statement; but friends did compliment friends, didn’t they?
SHe shoveled two dumplings at the same time into her mouth, chewing happily, “You are the only person able to make it seem like I just told you that your dog jut got run over by the ice cream truck, and now you are trying to figure out if you are supposed to be sad because of the dead dog or happy because ICE CREAM. Congratulations.”
She remained silent for a moment, way too busy with the food to get into another of their sassy arguments. It felt good; no. It felt great, having someone that didn’t let her talk him down. Someone that always had some wit to hold against hers - and yet still respected her.
Sure, he was grumpy, snarks, and overall incredibly crabby - but at the same time, she found those traits to be exactly what she admired about him. He wasn’t pitying himself - he was angry. And anger meant that there was power, that there was rage and fire inside instead of eternal sadness and indifference. It meant he was alive; and he wanted to keep it that way.