There's something about it. Something that makes me stop and stare out the window and smile, knowing that I'm not going to leave the house unless there's a really good reason for it.
Something that puts me at ease as I curl up on my couch, watching Alistair and Zevran wrestle in the dim light of my living room. Something in the percussive patter that eases that crick in my neck and the dull ache in my knee.
It's probably my laziness blooming in the fading guilt, reveling in the loss of choice to go outside. But whatever. I'll enjoy it while it lasts. I've got two days before I have to show my face at work again and the streets of Kirkwall and the plains of Pandora to keep me company until then.
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