Aleksandr pushed his legs out in front of him and planted his hands on the floor, lifting hits body into a standing position, "No, you're fine.  I'll let you be,"  he grabbed the towel and left the room. He bit his lower lip harshly, as he exited.  His father wasn't in the kitchen anymore.  He wasn't sure if he was happy or disappointed.  He decided to go with [I]disappointed[/I], since it was an easier feeling to conjure.  He walked towards the kitchen, which was near the make shift laundry room. The laundry room door creaked open and Aleksandr tossed the towel into a laundry basket.  He noted that there were several garments that still needed washing, but doing the laundry was [I]just so mundane[/I].  It was worse than reading the Psalters while people went to Confession.

The door squeaked close, and he slowly made his way to the living room, sitting on the couch.  He twisted his body and put his feet on the couch, so he could lay down.  The couch was a bit small, but he had slept on the couch before--and Sylvia's ankle would be far from comfortable on it.  He closed his eyes and listened to the pattering of the rain on the roof.  The house was quiet and the smell of soup was going away, and the prominent smell of Rose Mary was coming back.

He stretched out his arms before pulling them closer to himself.  [I]University[/I] would start up tomorrow, again.  He furrowed his eyebrows, not looking forward to it. However, he slowly relaxed on the couch and falling asleep off guard. [@Arista]