it's difficult for him, to share her when it had been just the two of them for so long.
" romero is my friend. and we need that in this town, norman. he can help us. he can protect us. "
eyes peek over the rim of her coffee cup as she takes a sip, watching as norman pulls a thread from his shirt. norma doesn't say anything this time, she'll just fix it later.
" what are you implying norman? " she asks. she knows β
Of course she was able to sense the jealously right away. She knew him well enough. It had been touchy for him lately, not that he noticed her spending more time with the sheriff.
He knew deep down he should be happy for her. It had been extremely difficult for them to ~
norma could see the tension in his shoulders at the mention of romero. he'd been a touchy subject for norman lately now that norma seemed to be getting closer to the sheriff.
" oh, norman, dont do that. "
she says with a click of β
βI know, mother. I promise, Iβll rest.β
Heβs to be as reassuring as possible, just so he wouldnβt worry her. Heβd been spending more time in the basement than upstairs with actual human contact. Maybe it was a little concerning at this point.
He leaned into her ~
and a hand smooths along his shoulder before her coffee cup is cradled in both hands.
" i have to pick up some new bed sheets for the motel and then im going by the station to meet with romero. "
she gets it, seclusion was comforting, though she began to grow concerned about just how much solitude norman was getting.
" alright, just don't stay down there all night. you need to sleep. "
a kiss is pressed to the top of his head β
( sitting down at the kitchen table, sighing softly. )
I knowβ¦I just lost track of time. Itβs nice down there, you know?
Itβs quiet.
( he doesnβt elaborate what it means, but itβs a nice solitude. she would probably figure that out easily. )
Iβm okay, I can handle ~