He rolls his eyes at the joke, but he's grinning. They're already off to a promising start. "Didn't Alex tell you?" he says when Caleb asks about the table, the tone of his voice suggesting he hadn't noticed its absence up to now. "The whole place was empty when it arrived here. Nothing that wasn't physically part of the house. I even checked the damn attic."
He'd been heartbroken at first, angry and upset and grieving, unable to see it as anything more than the shell of the house he'd loved--but Alex reminded him, again and again, that it was a chance to make it new. A blank slate, not a void; a place they could turn into their own, rather than living among the ruins of four generations of Arlingtons past.
It's been slow going, but they've done well on that front so far.
"We usually eat at the table in the breakfast nook, anyway, just off the kitchen." He pauses, knowing exactly how ridiculous what he's about to say is going to sound, even if it is true. "Where you're standing is actually the formal dining room."
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Date: 2021-01-17 03:17 pm (UTC)He'd been heartbroken at first, angry and upset and grieving, unable to see it as anything more than the shell of the house he'd loved--but Alex reminded him, again and again, that it was a chance to make it new. A blank slate, not a void; a place they could turn into their own, rather than living among the ruins of four generations of Arlingtons past.
It's been slow going, but they've done well on that front so far.
"We usually eat at the table in the breakfast nook, anyway, just off the kitchen." He pauses, knowing exactly how ridiculous what he's about to say is going to sound, even if it is true. "Where you're standing is actually the formal dining room."