TS doodlings

working on that damn sentence

The silence drifted uneasily between them until Jim pressed play on the stereo. One of Blair's CDs, instrumental bluegrass from the 40's, was in the player. Jim turned it down.

"Turn that back up to at least two, man. I can't hear it in the kitchen otherwise."

Blair kept washing, listening to the steady chop chop as Jim prepared the chicken, trying to get the images out of his head. The noise stopped, and Blair looked up to see Jim spreading sanitizer on his hands. Then he went in the living room, turned on the stereo. Sara Vaughn's voice spilled out of the speakers. Jim looked toward the kitchen, and Blair nodded his approval.

Blair swallowed, ignored the vegetables in favor of calming his pulse race. He started when he heard the clarinet intro to Rhapsody in Blue, and looked up to see Jim standing by the stereo. Jim quirked an eyebrow, and Blair shrugged and nodded, went back to washing and chopping.

A few minutes of silence passed, then Blair heard the discordant strains of one of Jim's 70's rock albums. He turned in the direction of the stereo and raised an eyebrow at Jim, who hurriedly pressed the disc changer until he landed on a soul record they both liked. Blair turned back to the vegetables.