House arrest. It was what Ben called it, and he treated it with about as much enthusiasm. He'd spent the previous day moping, watching TV or spending quiet time with Jackie outside while she gardened, but he'd kept his distance from her. He still wasn't sure where they stood after Monday night's escape-and-discovery (and Sam's showing up and breaking his wrist), and his natural way of dealing with personal issues was to avoid -- so avoid he did.
It's hard to go on avoiding when you're in the same small house with that person twenty-four hours a day, however -- and besides, they'd promised honesty, promised openness. It couldn't continue like this, as much as Ben wouldn't have minded just trying to stick out the avoidance for longer, see if things would eventually go back to normal. Maybe they wouldn't -- and even if they did, leaving an issue like this unresolved wasn't the way they'd promised.
Still, he still mopes the morning away, naps some. Quiet in the house during the day, since Adam is out with his friends from after breakfast until the streetlights come on. It's early afternoon by the time Ben's seeking Jackie out, limping his way down the stairs, hobbling into the living room where she's curled up on the couch with one of her baby books. "Hey." A press of his tongue to the split in his lip, but it only lasts a second. Trying to get better about that. After that little hesitation, he tilts his head toward the front door. "Come sit outside with me?"
Jackie was well aware of the term of endearment that Ben used for time which was supposed to be spent around the house recuperating. She was sure after the incident on Monday and his sentence being prolonged that it only made him cling to the idea that much tighter, that he was somehow being tortured by being in his own home with his wife. To say that Jackie wasn't pleased with his theatrics was an understatement.
Ben was a master of avoidance and over time Jackie was learning his bad habits. To a point she had to, or so she told herself to steer clear of conflict, because too much conflict would result in a face to face with one of his boys and she wasn't in the mood for any of them either. Harry sank her truck and they had yet to have a face to face about it, Sam broke her husband even more than he already was, she even found herself annoyed with Ted after he caused that bit of curiosity in Thomas. That only left Ivan, someone she had never spoken to and never wanted to considering he usually kept company with lying women. What would Jackie be lying about? That everything is fine. That's what she kept saying, everything is fine.
Her saving grace had been her baby books. It was nice to focus on something so pleasant, even if she still felt like a pile of sleepy, bloated nausea. The discomfort would be worth it in the end. Although she was wrapped up in her book, on some level she was aware of Ben's location in the house. She had heard him slowly making his way down the stairs, but by the surprised expression she lifted his way she obviously wasn't expecting him to actually address her. Somehow even such a simple request, come sit outside, made her feel like she was in trouble and she didn't do well hiding it from her features.
After silently staring at him for a short while she tucked her marker between the pages of her book and set it aside so she could rise to her feet. "Sure." That disconcert in her tone was impossible to hide as well. All the same she ventured over to the door and even though she was faster than him because she was uninjured, she waited for him to catch up and open the door for her. Because he was Ben and no matter what it was something he did.
It's hard to go on avoiding when you're in the same small house with that person twenty-four hours a day, however -- and besides, they'd promised honesty, promised openness. It couldn't continue like this, as much as Ben wouldn't have minded just trying to stick out the avoidance for longer, see if things would eventually go back to normal. Maybe they wouldn't -- and even if they did, leaving an issue like this unresolved wasn't the way they'd promised.
Still, he still mopes the morning away, naps some. Quiet in the house during the day, since Adam is out with his friends from after breakfast until the streetlights come on. It's early afternoon by the time Ben's seeking Jackie out, limping his way down the stairs, hobbling into the living room where she's curled up on the couch with one of her baby books. "Hey." A press of his tongue to the split in his lip, but it only lasts a second. Trying to get better about that. After that little hesitation, he tilts his head toward the front door. "Come sit outside with me?"
Jackie was well aware of the term of endearment that Ben used for time which was supposed to be spent around the house recuperating. She was sure after the incident on Monday and his sentence being prolonged that it only made him cling to the idea that much tighter, that he was somehow being tortured by being in his own home with his wife. To say that Jackie wasn't pleased with his theatrics was an understatement.
Ben was a master of avoidance and over time Jackie was learning his bad habits. To a point she had to, or so she told herself to steer clear of conflict, because too much conflict would result in a face to face with one of his boys and she wasn't in the mood for any of them either. Harry sank her truck and they had yet to have a face to face about it, Sam broke her husband even more than he already was, she even found herself annoyed with Ted after he caused that bit of curiosity in Thomas. That only left Ivan, someone she had never spoken to and never wanted to considering he usually kept company with lying women. What would Jackie be lying about? That everything is fine. That's what she kept saying, everything is fine.
Her saving grace had been her baby books. It was nice to focus on something so pleasant, even if she still felt like a pile of sleepy, bloated nausea. The discomfort would be worth it in the end. Although she was wrapped up in her book, on some level she was aware of Ben's location in the house. She had heard him slowly making his way down the stairs, but by the surprised expression she lifted his way she obviously wasn't expecting him to actually address her. Somehow even such a simple request, come sit outside, made her feel like she was in trouble and she didn't do well hiding it from her features.
After silently staring at him for a short while she tucked her marker between the pages of her book and set it aside so she could rise to her feet. "Sure." That disconcert in her tone was impossible to hide as well. All the same she ventured over to the door and even though she was faster than him because she was uninjured, she waited for him to catch up and open the door for her. Because he was Ben and no matter what it was something he did.