Displaced Prince

Paris: *the lumber for the hot tub support had arrived earlier that day, and I had spent the afternoon with the guys from the lumber yard unloading, then put the final touches to the porch. I had seen Dave finishing the walls off, and had to admit I was impressed with his hard work. For someone who wasn't used to physical graft, he didn't mind getting stuck in. I showered, and grabbed a couple of cold ones from the fridge, before heading out to join Dave*

Dave: *I'm leaning on the windowsill, smiling out at the porch, pondering whether adding a rocking chair out there would make it look like an old man lives here. I hear the now-familiar sounds of the fridge and the clinking of beers, and Paris padding up behind me. Don't look at his feet, Dave, just take a beer and smile *you did it. It looks so great! I need to get some furniture out there really soon so we can enjoy what you've built. *your hair's still wet from the shower, and a small drop of water runs down your neck. I take a long gulp of beer, glad it's cold and distracting*

( Thanks! I'm quite proud of it! )

Dave: *Paris managed to pull off a few minor miracles today, as well as the front porch. Pulling it off, that is. Now that it's completely down, it can be rebuilt from scratch. I still can't believe my good fortune to have him helping with all this. We've called for pizzas, I bought a small fridge today so we can at least keep some beers cold until the kitchens redone, and now we've both collapsed on the couch* I still can't believe you pulled that porch down like that, Paris! I swore that roof was going to get your head, but you're faster than you look!

( You thought it was gonna get me? There was one moment where I thought it was too! )