"Yeah...well....I wish you didn't have to see ones like that," he replies, dabbing up the tear trails on her cheeks with his thumbs.
"It's ok. I needed the closure," she says. "It's been bothering me for a long time."
"Yeah," he says in an understanding whisper.
They share a soft kiss for a minute to help restore their peaceful mindset.
"So," he continues, "since we can't change the past, how do you propose we make our future better from here?"
Christie grins a little as she gives it some thought. "Well, my purpose for coming here was to start your hiring process and add you to the payroll, but..." pausing as a new thought makes her smile grow, "...now that I know more about your kitty and why you gave him his name, there are a few other ideas that come to mind."
With another quick kiss, she pulls him away from the car, pushing his door closed and takes him along hand-in-hand to meet up with their lady who has been waiting for them with the office door open.
"Did I hear something about his cat and some new ideas?" Cindy asks as they approach.
"You did," tapping her arm. "Would you be a delight and fetch our blueprints for me, please?"
"Sure thing," she says, following them inside.
Soon after, she proceeds to take the lead as Brian gets hung up on noticing changes to the hallway as he's guided past the break room and restrooms. Little details like the ceiling lights that point to new pictures on either wall, to the reconfiguration of the main area as they make their way through to Christie's office space impress him, but he maintains his silence until he sees her new desk.
"Wow," he says, looking over its curvy wooden design, "somebody's been busy, haven't they?"
"Mmm yes," Christie replies as she takes her seat, "Pappy loves me so."
"Your dad made this?"
"Him and his team, yes. You like?"
Brian slowly walks around it, admiring the craftsmanship from the beveled tabletop edges to the slanted front panel that fans out and meets flush with the floor.
"I do. It's quite the upgrade from what you had the last time I was here," he says, taking a peak at his spot from behind her swivel chair to help get an idea of what she's able to see now. "That's quite the unimpaired view there with the split keyboard."
"I know! I love it!" She wakes her computer from stand-by with a quick tap to a fingerprint sensor, and a few clicks later, she has a program open to start filling out his credentials. "He was considering the use of tempered glass here in the middle, but because of my cliental, he went with this design to help with overall privacy," looking up to him, "and to keep you under cover."
Brian grins, thinking back to a few times when he's nearly got her in trouble with said clients because of how he played with her feet.
Detecting those memories, her shoulders bunch up as her grin expands into a full-on wide smile, "Would you like to give it a try?"
"Sure," he replies with a chuckle and a kiss to her head, "may as well since we're here." Once on his knees, he observes more fine details about this desk that can't be seen from above. "How cool is this? No sharp edges anywhere."
"It has to be comfortable, right?" she asks, kicking her shoes off as she watches him scoot into his spot.
"I guess. Just not something I would expect from a wooden desk," turning onto his back, something he can do much easier because of the crawl space built into the design.
Placing her feet in the middle of his torso, "Well, remember, my dad's not your average craftsman either," she says, getting a feel for him and testing the leg space available to her as she moves her feet up and down his body, aided naturally by the pivot of her chair. "Since he shares our interests, he has included features down there that only people like us can appreciate."
"Oh yeah? Like what?"
"Things like that angled board along the back," pointing at it with her toes. "Not only does it hide the cable mess of my system, but it holds you up at a slight angle so that when my feet are on you, they can press down flat," pushing him down against it to demonstrate.
"Ooofff," he moans from the effects of her touch, "I approve."
Christie giggles, "I thought you might!"
She playfully steps around against him, enjoying the freedom her legs have to move without hitting any part of the setup, then smiles in heightened approval at her lady as she approaches with their blueprint roll in hand.
After laying the sheets out and setting the container off to the side, Cindy has a peak under the desk. "How is it under there?"
"Spacious, comfy, and...," Brian pauses as he looks around, "...was it always this dark?"
"No, we had the lighting in the room adjusted so that not much shines in that area."
"What if you lose something down here though?"
Cindy clicks a slider knob on the desks edge that turns on a rope light to its brightest setting and rotates it so that it doesn't blind him.
"Ooo, fancy," he says, looking around at its orientation.
Smiling at his amusement, "Yeah, I thought so too," rotating it back off. "Nighty-night sweet prince."
Before he can say anything, Christie covers his eyes and mouth with her feet and keeps them there while looking over her schematics. She finds the location of his burial plot on a topographical map along with the level of the house it corresponds with in a matter of seconds, and uses the touch of her soles on his face to aid her telepathy in finding out how far down he dug.
Cindy can tell by the look on her face that she's running the numbers, and something seems to be off. She extends her concern by petting her gently over the back of her shoulders.
Christie smiles back sweetly to put her at ease and pushes out from her desk, lifting her feet from Brian's face. "Hey my love," she says leaning towards him and tapping her knees, "come on out for a moment."
As he was just starting to relax, he wipes his face and rolls out. He remains seated at her feet and rests against her legs. "What's up?"
"So there's just a little issue that's come up," emphasizing her statement with her thumb and finger held close together, "it has to do with where your kitty is....and where a structural support for our home needs to go."
He processes her statement with a blank look and blinks again when he seemingly accepts his plot's fate. "Sounds like I'm going to have to dig him up after all, hmm?"
"Yesss and no," she says. "What would you say if I told you we could do that without disturbing what you've put together?"
