Monroe picked up an awkward feel over breakfast. He noticed that Dante didn’t have the daily cheer that usually hovered in the air. And Micheal looked worse than ever, not that he ever looked that good to begin with. He didn’t have a clue what happened after they left. He didn’t want to know. Did they fight, did they talk? Are they mad at each other? Depressed? Monroe looked back at Lee and nodded. After a few seconds, Lee finally said “I think Sir Monroe and I have…worn our welcome. I think we should take our leave soon, lift the burden we’ve placed” Dante immediately looked up with soulful eyes. “You haven’t, honest. Please, no need to rush away” he hid the distress in his voice. Micheal backed him up, “If you think it’s because of the issue from yesterday, I can assure that it’s not. We resolved it. And I admit, that I was a little too harsh, and closed minded. Though it’s still a line that I will never cross, but I can now say that I bare no prejudice against those who do.” He went on, but Monroe didn’t continue to listen. He had heard his apology, his defeat. That was good enough. He wanted to leave, and he didn’t at the same time. Escape this little paradise, or stay with Dante. Of course now that things were better he had to stay. Not just because Dante wanted him too, Micheal was no longer a bump in the road. He smiled to himself as he tuned back into Micheal’s speech, catching the last part. “So I hope you two both decide to stay.” Lee looked at Monroe. They all stared at him. He was silent, he hated being put on the spot. “Eh, if you say so” was all he could think of. But he couldn’t help but notice the relief on Dante’s face, that smile. Perhaps things would go smoothly from here on out. But what about when they had to leave? “No, I don’t have to think about that right now. Just relax” Monroe thought, trying to put positive thoughts in his head.
~Breakfast ended in laughs. Whether or not they got a little help from the ale or not didn’t matter. They pushed aside the thoughts of yesterday. Today was another day, it shouldn’t be one to reflect on the negative things from yesterday. Lee actually wasn’t the stiff he usually was. Micheal didn’t make Monroe do the dishes, didn’t complain while he did them either. Then Lee headed out for practice. And Micheal got right down to it. “Listen. I know you’re both grinny, but that doesn’t mean that you can have little parties every night. I don’t want to hear that crap from my room. And also, please no mushy holding hands, kissing, licking or whatever you do in front of me. I-I still need to get adjusted.” he said. Monroe seemed…ticked off by the rules, and when Micheal went to get more beer from the storage room, Dante rubbed Monroe’s thigh and said “He’s trying.” At least he was. At least they had permission. Not like they needed it. But still, Dante was his.