Breaking bread

[mid_nite_green]

Dough flops onto a flat, floured surface and Tara kneads the sticky mass. The last 18 months have started fading a little. Not fading exactly. Tara's memory is perfect, but there is something about getting distance and new memories that's just as soothing as baking. With Corrine back, the world feels more...organized. Dinner can be made for someone - multiple someones again. She's sorely lacked that focus - that target.

But can it really be what it was?

The dough flops down hard on the parchment paper again.

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[mid_nite_green]

"Uh, yeah. But this leads to the whole, 'where is this relationship going?' stuff. With Travis, you're off or you're on. Problems in his world mean 'off,' and having toured his world, I can't much blame him."

"I do trust him," she huffs. "I just know him too well to lay on too much at a time."

[amityville_sweetheart]

"Okay," Corrine responds simply, obviously unconvinced. She also didn't miss that there was no mention about Tara trusting herself. There's certain responses that beg one to keep their opinion to themselves, lest it fall on deaf (or unreasonably determined) ears. This conversation-- and any involving the Zukovs-- is one of them.

"So what now?"

[mid_nite_green]

Oh, she noticed. That answer is incredibly complicated.

"One day at a time. With the War of Light off, maybe we'll actually figure out if there's enough of a relationship to build from."

"Speaking of which, all this cannot be easy on your couple time." Hey, she's utterly glad her and Caleb moved onto saner relationships for them both, but there were several times where she wondered if stupid was going to fall from the sky and drag them back into a "torrid relationship" status.

[amityville_sweetheart]

Torrid relationship? Almost. Tara doesn't know how close that came, that night after Corrine had left the JSA. She'd called him, blindingly drunk, looking for hope or comfort or maybe to take it all back in one stupid action. Caleb always showed up whenever she called, and this time was no different, but he was smarter than she had the ability to be just then. He dumped her into bed, alone, made her breakfast in the morning, and then walked away from her for good, to the fortune of them both.

"Being dead I think did more there," she says with a smile. "But there's honestly no problems. You can stop worrying. We come back for each other-- that's what we do-- and now we're together again. That's all that matters in the end."