Laurie hated giving her creations, but she'd been saving up yarn for awhile on this one. Talking to Bill came easy, she had practice talking to older men who had a disregard for what people around him had to say 99% of the time. However, she listened to every story that was squeezed out of him diligently, and began saving yarn when the Entity would give it to her. She sat with the sweater in her lap, hyping herself up. She held it up in front of her. Hey, Bill. I hope you like gifts, I have one! ...No, too over confident. Shed wing it.
It wasn't hard to find the man in question, he was a simple hop skip and a jump away from the fire at any given time, she learned
"Hey, Bill." Laurie greeted softly, sitting near him with the green lump of yaen folded extremely neatly on her lap. "I... Um, this is for you." She held it to him.
He's there like she thought, in the same spot he always was, smoking the same cigarette like he always did. It was rhythmic, almost, and Bill prefered it that way. The world around them isn't getting better, so there's no need to make it worse with uncertainty.
"Hey there, kid." She wasn't a kid. He knew that, but the term of endearment seemed to stick to anyone he talked to. He turns to look at her, eyeing the fabric folded so diligently on her lap. Oh, it's for him.
His expression softens near instantly, and he takes it in his hands with a gentleness unexpected of the old soldier. unfolding it, he turns it over, fingers running across it as he examines every thread of yarn that's been sewn into it. he doesn't even notice it himself, but he's smiling.
"Did you make this?" Of course she did, Bill. Who else would have made it? The entity herself?
Lauries whole face lit up with the term of endearment. Bill never changed, it was nice. She knew what conversation they would have, how quickly it'd go and the comfortable silence they'd rest in after until Laurie would fall asleep (or something of the sort, as close as you could get in the realm) and wake back up on a broken bed in Haddonfield.
She wrung her hands when he took the knitted piece from her. If he didnt like it, that'd be okay she thought. It wasn't something everyone liked, gift giving. It was her love language. It was hard to show affection other ways, but material posessions are physical and don't have to live in your mind only. Bill is smiling. He's smiling. Laurie feels like she's achieved some kind of miracle, laughing softly. "Yeah, it took awhile... Well, saving the yarn anyway." She had to make the sweater in one go, in fear that she would have been taken into a trial before she could finish. "The Entity is pretty forgiving with yarn, so long as I use most of it." That probably meant nothing to him, and the Entity wasn't quite so nice about the knitting needles... She had to wait even longer to get the right size needles for this project, go have the gague of the pattern look right and not be too tight or bulky.
He’s glad that it’s green. Well, he would have liked it no matter what color it was, similar to how a teacher might appreciate and hang up a students drawing even if they don’t understand what’s going on in the picture. Gift giving was the easiest way into his heart, after all, and one of the few things that manages to break past his ”Tough shit, Tough love.” demeanor. But still, BIll’s glad it’s green. Matches the army uniform.
Saving the yarn. The idea of needles and different sizes, as well as how they affect the texture or feel of an item, is lost on Bill. He doesn’t knit, so he wouldn't know how much of an obstacle the knitting needles would have been. He doesn’t even realize they could break. But he does understand just how fucking hard it is to keep something once you’ve got it. The entity was fussy like that. Many a time he had found or otherwise obtained something, only to loose it later on because he never used it. It was infuriating.
“I bet it did.” He replies. Craftsmanship is hard. It’s something Bill never did nor wanted to invest in when he was younger, though he regrets it now. No hobbies aside from gun collecting and going off to war. He continues to examine the sweater. Not a sweater guy, but he’d wear it sometime, when the air around the campfire is particularly cold some nights. Practical, and handmade. It’s a good gift.
“Do you want something from me?” Bill Jokes. It’s not like he has anything to be persuaded into giving anyways, aside from cigarettes and war stories.
It was always nerve-wracking, giving these gifts. It was hard to tell if they'd be well-recieved or not. Bill's was one in particular that she had been nervous of, just with the fact that he seems so... Cold, so stoic. So hard to break through those walls. Yet, she'd had an idea and been given the perfect colour of yarn to match his jacket once and she knew what she'd need to do. "It's alright though, I enjoy it. Keeps my hands busy for a few hours, once I get all the materials together." 'Hours'. She knew how long it would take her to do that were she still in the real world, but how long it took in the realm meant... Little to nothing. "Just some company," Laurie hummed. "I could tell you a story, if you're tired of giving yours out." She teased softly, feeling comfortable enough now to do that. The fact that he'd received the sweater well gave Laurie the confidence to be friendly. It was nice to be able to let her guard down in that way again.