Hushed Willows Shake The Willows

Stark might not have had any sort of visible ailments (only because he was careful to keep them well hidden) but the male had plenty to give, still. He could be considered awkward, his dry sense of humor and his sarcasm occasionally making for irritation on his behalf. He shook his coat out, blue eyes meeting Grace's. "Seriously. If you think I'm somehow... surviving this whole thing, well. You'd be surprised. I'm just winging it. That's kinda how it goes, I think." Sure. His mother and father had made it work but he had no idea how and all his previous attempts at relationships had proven to be better off as one night stands. He wasn't sure he was made for the whole shebang. 

"C'mon. Why don't we get something to eat and then we can just chill for a bit. I think we did some good work today." Stark said. They all could use more food, and he found it made him more comfortable providing meals and then just settling himself into a roll of working. It left him less room to screw up, after all, doing things that way. 

fade here? could have a new thread soon if you wanted!