See How My Garden Grows [Very Open]

[echoofaperson.livejournal.com]

He hadn't done much laying around as a teenager. He'd always been too busy, one social event to another.

After the Yeerks...well, Temrash had less love for being lazy than Iniss did, but neither of them were really set on protracted periods of inactivity. And there was always something Sharing related, or feeding related, or just...something. Rank play had been a major time suck in his youth, and needing to be somewhere every three days made planning anything else a bit of a suck.

He'd flopped down on the hill next to the garden he had spent so much time losing time in, one hand gripping Bobby's leash to keep the dog from running off, but eyes closed and body relaxed.

Too much stuff was happening, lately. He wasn't used to keeping up with it anymore. Jake was back and Sam was dating Xander and Dean and Kaylee had broken up. He wasn't even sure how to handle half of that, much less all of it at once.

No wonder the garden looked so well tended, the neat rows gave him something to do, something to think about, something that made perfect sense because plants needed like...two things, water and weeding, and they weren't much on demanding an emotional investment beyond that.

Bobby shifted, licking his hand and resting his head on his shoulder, watching the chickens and their chicks poke around nearby.

Why couldn't life just be this simple?

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[echoofaperson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I guess that would be a good reason to come down here. You can hang out here if you want, I'm about as confrontational as a napkin. The most Bobby will do is lick you." He smiled, uncertain and still not sure how to do this whole...conversation thing, with people. People he didn't know, who didn't know him.

[whyarewehere]

Grif hesitated, then climbed up the hill and found a place to sit. He wasn't really all that great at conversation either. Most of the time it seemed to end in pointless arguing, or at least it did when he tried it.

It was peaceful down here. Actually peaceful.

"Anyway. I'm Grif," he offered. "If anyone's told you anything about me it's probably lies and slander."

[echoofaperson.livejournal.com]

"...will you be offended if I say I've never heard of you?" He pushed himself up on an elbow, smiling quietly. "I'm Tom, it's nice to meet you, Grif. This is Bobby."

The dog wandered over, sniffing at the armor for a moment before returning to Tom and settling with a huff.

Tom was perfectly ok with silence, with being quiet. He still hadn't really mastered the ability to have a meaningless conversation again.

[whyarewehere]

"Nah, that just means they haven't gotten to you first," Grif replied, relaxing somewhat.

"And that we're even. I guess."

Grif let the dog smell him, holding out one orange-and-black gauntleted hand. "Nice doggy." Bobby seemed satisfied that he wasn't a horrible threat and Grif watched him go back to Tom.

[echoofaperson.livejournal.com]

"I don't talk to a whole lot of people, guess I'm out of the gossip circles. Sam and Dean mostly talk about things to do with work. So."

Tom curled a hand in Bobby's fur, marveling slightly at someone who simply didn't know. Didn't know about Iniss or Jake or anything that had happened before there was just Tom sprawled on a hill with a dog and a garden.

How was he supposed to deal with that?

"It's nice here. Picked a good spot, I think."