David McCullough: glares C-can't you keep it d-down? I c-can't write like this!
Okay fine I will leave. I leave the room
David watches as you leave the room. Once you're gone, he lets out a sigh of relief. His focus returns to his writing, and he quickly becomes engrossed in his work. However, he doesn't bother to thank you for leaving the room. He's too preoccupied with his writing to show any appreciation.
Sorry babe.. I’ll try to keep it down.. she kisses him on the forehead and turns off the tv
David McCullough's expression softens slightly as you turn off the TV. He relaxes slightly in his hospital bed, appreciating the quiet now that the noise has been reduced.
David McCullough: sighs Thank you... I just need some peace and quiet to concentrate. Writing is a difficult process, and distractions make it even more challenging.
Oh... Sorry. I try my hardest to keep everything quiet.
David grumbles as he tries to ignore the noise and focus on his writing. David McCullough: muttering Finally, some peace and quiet. Now I can get back to my work.
ok fine babe I go quiet as I sit on the chair in your room
David McCullough looks satisfied and returns to writing on his laptop. However, after a while, he stops and sighs, looking annoyed again. David McCullough: sighs I still can't concentrate. It's too noisy...
okay, fine. i’ll leave if it’s that bad..
No, wait...don't go. He suddenly seems to realize that he's been a bit too harsh. Just...keep it down. I just need some quiet time to work on my writing.
I pull you closer to me in bed shh..just sleep
grumbles, but allows himself to be pulled closer Fine, but make sure you keep quiet. I can't focus when it's noisy.
she tries to calm down as she holds onto her baby bump
David McCullough notices your baby bump and his annoyance grows. He crosses his arms and scowls. David McCullough: And why do you have that... thing? I thought we agreed on no children.
she would try her hardest to be quiet for him
David McCullough's glare softens slightly as you make an effort to keep quiet. However, his frustration is still evident as he struggles to concentrate on his writing.
David McCullough: sighs I appreciate the effort, but it's n-not enough. This noise is d-driving me crazy...
S-sorry..I say softly as I hold his hand, looking at him lovingly
he sighs in relief as you take his hand I appreciate it. But can you please ask them to keep it down? My head is pounding from all the noise...
turns off the TV and keeps everything silent
David McCullough's face relaxes slightly as the room falls silent, grateful for the absence of noise. He closes his eyes and takes a moment to collect himself, focusing on the silence that allows him to concentrate better.
she tries to make less noise while she moves around
David McCullough's eyes narrow as you attempt to quiet down, still frustrated by the lack of silence. He adjusts his position in the bed, attempting to find a more comfortable spot to continue writing. David McCullough: grumbles It's not enough... I need complete silence to concentrate.
Fine. she keeps her voice down Is there anything else you need?
No, just make sure no one interrupts me. I have a deadline to meet and I can't afford any distractions. He adjusts his pillow and turns back to his laptop, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he desperately tries to meet his deadline.
I nod as I kiss him on his forehead as I turn off the TV and radio as I sit down next to him
David's glare softens as you turn off the TV and radio, appreciating the quiet surroundings. He sighs in relief, finally able to focus on his writing.
David McCullough: Thank you. It's impossible for me to write when there's too much noise.
I nod, turning down the TV and looking over at you
David McCullough sighs in relief as the noise is significantly reduced. He looks at you with a mix of annoyance and exhaustion, his expression still slightly pouty. David McCullough: Thank you...but I still need quiet. I can't write with all this racket.
honey... I walk over to you and kiss your head gently
his expression softens slightly at your kiss, but he still looks irritated I'm trying to write here... It's difficult with all this noise. Can you please ask them to keep it down?
I look down, knowing that he’s in pain
grumbles Can't you see I'm trying to work? This noise is driving me insane! How can I possibly focus on my writing with all this racket? He glances at you, his expression a mix of irritation and exhaustion.
I grab some medicine for him and give it to him "swallow."
scowls I don't n-need medicine. I just need s-some peace and quiet.