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trashchildren2021-06-24 07:33 pm
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"I'm suddenly very glad we got our own apartment," he says with a shudder, then looks back at the chicken with a look of distaste. Thankfully it'll look far more appetizing (and less flesh-like) when it's all cooked.
She chuckles at that, amused, then her amused smile settles into wistfulness.
"We could live here," she says softly. "After I get better. This could be our place. When I'm working on a case I could sleep here, with you. We wouldn't have to spend days apart."
"We could live here," she says softly. "After I get better. This could be our place. When I'm working on a case I could sleep here, with you. We wouldn't have to spend days apart."
Ted pauses for a second, considering that. "That's a thought," he answers, glancing at her with a soft smile, before returning to cooking. He doesn't sound like he's outright discounting it, but he's not necessarily jumping on the idea either.
She answers that soft smile, a touch of sadness in her expression. It's not an outright rejection, but she knows Ted probably wouldn't outright reject her regardless. He's too kind. And she gets it.
"It would be harder for you," she says softly. "Being this far away from Richmond."
It's the only thing she voices, but she can imagine he might not want to move in together for other reasons. Maybe it's just too soon. Maybe this is all too fast.
"It would be harder for you," she says softly. "Being this far away from Richmond."
It's the only thing she voices, but she can imagine he might not want to move in together for other reasons. Maybe it's just too soon. Maybe this is all too fast.
Ted hums and nods a bit at that. It's half an hour by car, which isn't a terrible commute. But it wouldn't let him walk around town, sit at the pub, chat with the locals. Getting a coffee in the morning with Beard. He values that stuff a lot.
He remains quiet for a couple minutes, preparing stuff, starting the rice, cooking the chicken..
Once he's had a moment to mull it over, and has a second where he doesn't need to be actively messing with the food, he turns to Joan, leaning against the counter.
"I just... find it difficult to plan things right now, I guess?" he explains. "Feels almost like tempting fate, you know."
Having one thing after another thrown at them has been rough on them both. It was the same thing he felt when she suggested that Henry could move here. He's just not in the mindset to look further than a week or two in advance. Whenever he seems to get a handle on the current crisis, another one shows up.
He remains quiet for a couple minutes, preparing stuff, starting the rice, cooking the chicken..
Once he's had a moment to mull it over, and has a second where he doesn't need to be actively messing with the food, he turns to Joan, leaning against the counter.
"I just... find it difficult to plan things right now, I guess?" he explains. "Feels almost like tempting fate, you know."
Having one thing after another thrown at them has been rough on them both. It was the same thing he felt when she suggested that Henry could move here. He's just not in the mindset to look further than a week or two in advance. Whenever he seems to get a handle on the current crisis, another one shows up.
"I get that," she says softly. "I guess I like having things to look forward to. Whatever happens or doesn't happen, though, the only thing that matters to me is that we're together."
Ted smiles at that, and walks over to her (using the counter for support) to give her a soft, loving kiss. He very much agrees with that.
"I'd like to live with you," he says. It is soon, it is fast. But so are their feelings. As long as they adjust for developments underway, that shouldn't be a problem.
"I mean, maybe we could figure out some sort of half-and-half," he suggests. "Depending on whether you have a case, whether I have a match, all that sort of stuff."
"I'd like to live with you," he says. It is soon, it is fast. But so are their feelings. As long as they adjust for developments underway, that shouldn't be a problem.
"I mean, maybe we could figure out some sort of half-and-half," he suggests. "Depending on whether you have a case, whether I have a match, all that sort of stuff."
She raises her hands to take his as he kisses her. It absolutely is soon, and fast. It took Joan years to completely commit to her partnership with Sherlock, and for Sherlock to commit to their partnership as well. But Joan is sure about this, about this man, about this love.
She smiles at the suggestion. "I'd like that." It's a good compromise, looking forward to being together while remaining flexible to take on whatever comes their way.
She smiles at the suggestion. "I'd like that." It's a good compromise, looking forward to being together while remaining flexible to take on whatever comes their way.
He smiles and gives her hands a squeeze. "And hey, I'm sure I'll make friends with the locals around here soon enough too," he adds with a chuckle. Soon as he feels okay leaving Joan on her own, and as long as it's not too far for him to walk with his crutches.
"Oh, definitely," she says with a smile. "They're going to love you." That's just generally true. He's won over so many people in his time at Richmond, from the players to the fans, that she honestly can't imagine anywhere he would not eventually be beloved of many, if not most, of the locals.
"And hey, maybe fewer people here will insult me too," he adds playfully, before turning turning to look at the stove-top as something sizzles loudly. "Oops, gotta go," he says, lifting her hand to give it a quick kiss before hurrying off to avert disaster.
"Almost certainly," she says. The people in Richmond have reasons for yelling insults at Ted, as completely misguided as they are. Joan can't imagine anyone in central London having reason to insult Ted.
She releases his hands and smiles as she watches him hurry back to the stove. "It smells good," she says.
She releases his hands and smiles as she watches him hurry back to the stove. "It smells good," she says.
"Hopefully it tastes as good," he answers, rescuing the food and continuing to prepare stuff. He frowns a bit, pausing to rub at his lower back. Yeah, he's definitely been on his feet too much today.
She notices that, and winces a little. She can only imagine the strain being on his feet so much must have on his back, and the rest of his body, for that matter.
"Do you think Sherlock could help?" She's almost certain the detective would be willing, if it would help.
"Do you think Sherlock could help?" She's almost certain the detective would be willing, if it would help.
"Hmm?" he asks, not sure what she's referring to right away. He knows Sherlock doesn't cook.
"Oh, nah, I'll probably spend just as much energy telling him what to do. Besides, I'm almost done," he answers, waving it off. He rubs a bit at the back of his thigh. "I think walking around with uneven legs is giving me a little big of sciatica or something, it's no big deal."
"Oh, nah, I'll probably spend just as much energy telling him what to do. Besides, I'm almost done," he answers, waving it off. He rubs a bit at the back of his thigh. "I think walking around with uneven legs is giving me a little big of sciatica or something, it's no big deal."
"You could sit down while you tell him what to do," she points out. "It would be good for you to rest for a while."
He's been spending so much time taking care of her and disregarding the damage he might be doing to himself. It worries her.
He's been spending so much time taking care of her and disregarding the damage he might be doing to himself. It worries her.
"I'll rest when I'm..." he says, then pauses, frowning gently. "Actually, never mind, let's not go with that one, huh?" he amends with a soft chuckle. "How about when I'm done cooking?"
She knows how that one ends, and she finds it interesting that he backed off of it. She wonders what it means. That he's afraid it would upset her? That the suggestion, however jokingly, of his own death distresses him after what he's been through these past couple weeks? Maybe something deeper and older?
"When you're done cooking," she affirms. "After we eat we'll go to bed and stay there, okay?" She frowns. "Although if we're going to sleep, Sherlock needs to watch me..."
"When you're done cooking," she affirms. "After we eat we'll go to bed and stay there, okay?" She frowns. "Although if we're going to sleep, Sherlock needs to watch me..."
Edited 2021-08-27 05:27 (UTC)
Given they've both almost died recently, he'd just like to put sayings like that on the shelf for a little while. He doesn't like to make jokes that could upset someone - including himself, honestly. Besides, it's untrue anyway. Ted very much sees the value of rest.
"As much as I can't say I'm excited to have Sherlock be the Edward to our Bella, given the circumstances I'll allow it," he quips.
"As much as I can't say I'm excited to have Sherlock be the Edward to our Bella, given the circumstances I'll allow it," he quips.
She can't help but chuckle at the reference. "That's unfair," she teases. "Edward was way creepier."
She can understand wanting to put morbid humor aside for a bit. Being a doctor and detective, a dark sense of humor is practically a necessity, but that's to deal with the things involved with the job. It's different when it's personal.
She can understand wanting to put morbid humor aside for a bit. Being a doctor and detective, a dark sense of humor is practically a necessity, but that's to deal with the things involved with the job. It's different when it's personal.
"Alright, the Angel to our Buffy then," Ted answers, checking on the rice. "They did it first, and mildly less creepy. Point is..." He pauses, frowning for comedic effect. "I forgot my point. Sherlock's a vampire?"
She full-out laughs now.
"I've never seen him sparkle in the sun, and believe me, sex does not turn him evil. So not in either the Twilight or Buffy sense." She narrows her eyes for comedic effect as well. "But you know what's weird?" She lifts a hand to faintly gesture toward her throat. "I've had these two red spots on my neck..."
"I've never seen him sparkle in the sun, and believe me, sex does not turn him evil. So not in either the Twilight or Buffy sense." She narrows her eyes for comedic effect as well. "But you know what's weird?" She lifts a hand to faintly gesture toward her throat. "I've had these two red spots on my neck..."
Ted jumps back a little, making a cross with a spatula and a fork and holding it out towards her, protecting himself. "Shoot, I knew I should've put garlic on the chicken," he says dramatically.
She laughs, then narrows her eyes and tilts her head down, sultry and playfully threatening. "Foolish mortal," she says dramatically. "Resistance is futile. You will be assimilated."
That's right, she just threw a Borg reference in there, whatcha gonna do about it?
That's right, she just threw a Borg reference in there, whatcha gonna do about it?
"Oh, see now, you know I can't resist that," he says, starting to head towards her, then turning back to the stove from a dramatic bubble from the rice, as he quickly turns the heat down. "Actually, rain check on my assimilation, I gotta keep an eye on this stuff."
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