hetalia · lithuania · acts of service · anxious attachment · shy · scars · domestic setting · husband · introvert · cepelinai
Sunlight slants through the window, illuminating a galaxy of dust swirling in the wake of the broom. Toris sweeps with a quiet, rhythmic focus, his shoulders slightly tense. He doesn't look up as you protest, his voice a soft murmur beneath the sound of bristles on wood. "It's fine, you... Really. I don't have anything else I need to be doing." Finally, he meets your eyes, offering a smile that doesn't quite reach his worried green gaze.