"I mean, you don't have to. It was just a suggestion." Micah added. "Frankly, all Olive knows to do is eat. It's her favorite past-time." He laughed as Olive stuck her tongue out at him. Micah wrapped an arm around, pulling her close to his side as he laughed, even though she stubbornly refused to look at him.
"He makes it seem like I should be ashamed or something of enjoying to eat." She grumbled.
Met watched the pair with a slightly tilted head. He understood why people liked to eat. Food was good. Why would Micah try and stop her from eating? His gaze flitted up and away when Micah wrapped his arm around Olive, trying to pretend he wasn’t there. He totally forgot a question was asked.
Micah tried to coax Olive out of her mood, eventually kissing her cheek and muttering an 'I'm sorry'. She accepted it and turned back to Met. "Correction, we can go and do anything. It doesn't have to be to go and eat."
Met rubbed the back of his hand, wiggling when he was put back into attention. “I think eating sounds okay.” His voice was soft and subdued again.
Olive giggled softly as she watched the boy. He fidgeted a lot. "Alright, we can go somewhere nice." She clicked her pen and continued to fill out the paperwork.
Met watched the pen get clicked open with a tiny grin. He liked pens. Especially when he was allowed to click them. The clicking helped him calm down.
((Same Met, same))
The two sat in silence as the wrote and read and then wrote some more. It could've been anywhere between half a hour or little more than an hour when they were done. Micah dropped the pen and worked his hand as Olive sat back, looking over both packets.
Met jumped slightly when the pen was thrown down. After a few minutes of zoning out and enjoying the silence, the sudden noise of even a pen hitting the table would startle him. He smiled a little at the adults, covering his tiny blunder.
Micah looked up to Met when he jumped. "I'm sorry." He said with an apologetic smile.
"Looks like we're all good." Olive announced, rising to stretch.
Met rose a little with Olive, smiling shyly at Micah. “That’s okay. That happens all the time.”
He gave Met a nod before taking Olive's hand. "This is it." He whispered, which she answered with a nod. They held each other's gaze, giving each other the reassurance they both needed. They could do this. They were ready.
Olive looked to Met and then back to Micah. This was her family now. Sure, it would have been much larger had things in the past gone right, but she was grateful for now. for what she had now.
Met blinked shyly past his mat of hair, wiggling uncomfortably in his spot. He felt like he was under a hot, awkward spotlight with a million eyes staring at him. He didn’t like it one bit. He was suddenly itching to go outside and get into his truck. He wanted to say this, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment the adults were having together. The look they exchanged gave him gentle thrills of curiosity.
Micah took a deep breath and squeezed Olive's hand one good time. "Alright. Let's do this." He smiled, leading her back to the main desk. She handed the papers over, a bright smile on her lips.
The lady looked up, mirroring the smile. “All done? Good! I’ll take a look at them. Until then, you can help Met pack up, if ypu’d like.”
"Alright." Olive answered. She turned to the two. "Gentlemen, we should get to packing." She announced. "If you could kindly lead the way to your room so we can get your things, it would be much appreciate." Olive flourished a hand toward Met. Micah snorted in laughter.
Met watched the act without a trace of a smile, tilting his head. “I don’t really have a lot. It’s okay. I can do it.” He started to bumble towards his room, awkwardly swinging his arms.
Micah busted out in laughter. "Olive, I don't know what's gotten into you, but you are a mess." He pulled her into her arms.
"I'm freakishly nervous right now." She looked up to him. "What if he doesn't like it? What if he doesn't like us? I don't want get attached but I want him to like us Micah, I can' lose another one." She rambled, pressing her face into Micah's chest as he rubbed her back.
(Hhhhmmmmmm did you want to skip?r)
((Yeah, perhaps when they get to the house?))
(That sounds good!)
((Alright!))
Micah pulled into the driveway and Olive clicked a button to open the garage. Micah pulled in all the way to make room for Met's truck. He didn't get out the car until he was sure the boy was parked.
Met carefully parked, his hands tensed on the wheel. He pulled in carefully, as to not scratch the other car, parking. He grabbed his rucksack and got out slowly, peering around the cool garage.
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