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trashchildren2021-06-24 07:33 pm
theodorelasso) wrote in trashchildren2021-06-24 07:33 pm
She snuggles up next to him and returns the kiss happily. Then she rests her head on his chest with a contented sigh. They can't sleep, but she's feeling well rested, so that's not really a problem.
Ted didn't sleep that much, so he could probably do with a nap. But right now his mind is too occupied.
He hasn't really been thinking about that stuff. And now he can't stop thinking about it. He just wraps his arms around Joan and lies there pondering.
He hasn't really been thinking about that stuff. And now he can't stop thinking about it. He just wraps his arms around Joan and lies there pondering.
Joan idly brushes her fingertips gently against his chest.
"What do you want to do today?" she murmurs. They still need to take it easy, but she is feeling well enough that she doesn't need to sleep all day.
"What do you want to do today?" she murmurs. They still need to take it easy, but she is feeling well enough that she doesn't need to sleep all day.
"Oh, uh. I dunno," he answers. He'd sort of forgotten about... the rest of the day. "We did talk about having Roy and Keeley over."
"We did!" She had forgotten about that. "That would be really nice. Do you want to do that?"
"Sure, yeah!" Ted answers. He doesn't quite feel the entusiasm, but it'll probably be good for both of them to have some light socialising. They've been very wrapped up in drama lately. "It'll be nice to see them."
"It will!" It will be nice to have an escape from the intensity of the situation. Maybe that was a factor in whatever had gone down between Sherlock and Ted. God knows the three of them have been under a lot of strain.
"I'd like to see Beard sometime soon too."
"I'd like to see Beard sometime soon too."
"Yeah," Ted agrees vaguely, staring up at the ceiling.
Why did he react so badly to Sherlock's words? Why didn't he either just lie, or just tell it like it is? He's spoken about his personal life before, and Sherlock's been supportive, even had good insights.
Why did he react so badly to Sherlock's words? Why didn't he either just lie, or just tell it like it is? He's spoken about his personal life before, and Sherlock's been supportive, even had good insights.
Joan frowns and lifts her head to look up at Ted. Was what Sherlock said really that bad?
"You okay?" she asks softly.
"You okay?" she asks softly.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he says, apologising for not engaging properly in the conversation and evidently worrying her. "I'm just a little stuck in my head today, I guess." He gives her a small reassuring squeeze.
He's keeping something from her, something more than what exactly Sherlock said. Something that's clearly really bothering him. And it worries her.
"You know you can tell me anything, right?" she says softly.
"You know you can tell me anything, right?" she says softly.
"Yeah," he answers with a soft smile. He thinks Sherlock's right about that at least. She wouldn't mind. That doesn't he wants her to know.
"I just need to cook for a little while," he answers, and he gives her a small smile reassuring smile.
"I just need to cook for a little while," he answers, and he gives her a small smile reassuring smile.
"Okay," she says, answering that small smile. She can't force him to talk. She can just trust that if and when he wants to tell her, he will.
She's still worried, though.
She settles her head on his chest again.
She's still worried, though.
She settles her head on his chest again.
He kisses the top of her head and gives her a little grateful squeeze.
And then he goes right back to cooking.
He should probably apologise to Sherlock. The more he thinks about it, the less he thinks Sherlock deserved that response. He just still doesn't very much want to talk about it.
"Oh, shoot," he says suddenly, shifting a little and going to sit up. "Forgot to take my meds." He was gonna do it after the session, but then Sherlock had distracted him.
And then he goes right back to cooking.
He should probably apologise to Sherlock. The more he thinks about it, the less he thinks Sherlock deserved that response. He just still doesn't very much want to talk about it.
"Oh, shoot," he says suddenly, shifting a little and going to sit up. "Forgot to take my meds." He was gonna do it after the session, but then Sherlock had distracted him.
"You should do that!" she says, sitting up. She gives him a smile. "Go ahead. I'll be fine."
"I'll be right back," he promises, getting up. "Hey, Sherlock made smoothies for breakfast, would you like me to bring you yours?" She should probably eat something.
She raises her eyebrows in interest. "I'd like that." She's definitely hungry, and starting with a smoothie is probably a good idea, just to make sure her stomach is steady.
"Coming right up!" he says, putting on his usual cheer, before heading out to go take his meds (maybe the pain increase is making him cranky) and go fetch her smoothie.
"Thanks," she says, smiling as she watches him leave, before her smile fades as she leans against the headboard with a sigh, wondering what is going on.
Sherlock is out in the living room on his laptop. He glances up as Ted exits the room, then looks back down at his screen.
Sherlock is out in the living room on his laptop. He glances up as Ted exits the room, then looks back down at his screen.
Ted goes to the bathroom, taking his morning dose. At least he'll probably feel a bit less irate now. He takes a moment to gather himself.
Then he leaves, but instead of heading straight to the kitchen, he walks over to where Sherlock is sitting.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you," he says gently, and he does mean it. "You didn't deserve that, and I should've reacted better." He pauses, pressing his lips together. "But I stand by what I said. That stuff is none of your business."
Then he leaves, but instead of heading straight to the kitchen, he walks over to where Sherlock is sitting.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you," he says gently, and he does mean it. "You didn't deserve that, and I should've reacted better." He pauses, pressing his lips together. "But I stand by what I said. That stuff is none of your business."
Sherlock lifts his eyes when Ted walks over, and listens to his apology and the addendum. He looks down, nods slowly.
"Are we friends?" he says, looking up again, eyebrows lifted inquisitively.
"Are we friends?" he says, looking up again, eyebrows lifted inquisitively.
"Yes, of course," Ted answers immediately, mildly confused and surprised by the question, but with zero doubt as to how to answer it.
"I'm glad to hear it," Sherlock says. And he is. For much of his life Sherlock held little truck with friends, believing himself above such attachments, when in actuality he was protecting himself from the pain of rejection and loss. Then Watson came into his life.
"It was not my intention to upset you," he says. "And for that I am sorry. But as your friend, I stand by what I said as well. You're happiness matters to me. There are few things as inimical to happiness as not allowing yourself to be known by those who love you."
"It was not my intention to upset you," he says. "And for that I am sorry. But as your friend, I stand by what I said as well. You're happiness matters to me. There are few things as inimical to happiness as not allowing yourself to be known by those who love you."
Ted tries to absorb that without getting defensive or upset. (It's not easy.)
He considers it to be a negligible part of himself. What impact does it have on his life? And what impact could it have if it did become known - like Sherlock himself said.
"She knows everything that matters," he answers. Though he looks down as he considers that statement. It's not entirely true. But he does have every intention of sharing those things, eventually.
He considers it to be a negligible part of himself. What impact does it have on his life? And what impact could it have if it did become known - like Sherlock himself said.
"She knows everything that matters," he answers. Though he looks down as he considers that statement. It's not entirely true. But he does have every intention of sharing those things, eventually.
Sherlock isn't surprised to see Ted second guessing that answer, although possibly not for the reason Ted is thinking of.
"What sports teams does Watson root for?" he asks Ted.
"What sports teams does Watson root for?" he asks Ted.
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