Ted goes to bed a lot earlier, but he also feels awfully sad and alone as he does so. But he searches himself, and finds that his anger has mostly subsided. There's still something that bothers him, which he's still trying to pinpoint, but...
He starts to consider how nice it might be that Joan knows - even if they don't talk about it, she'll be able to understand things related to that. She would, as she had said, be able to check on him.
It was only ever motivated by love, he knows that, and a large part of his anger and hurt was simply from having to confront that issue without any sort of choice of his own.
The next morning, Ted's at the office, having gotten up early to watch the game film. He's alone at the office when the call comes, and he frowns. Sherlock usually texts. And he hasn't gotten anything from Joan. He's immediately worried.
"Hey, what's up?" he answers the phone, unusually straight to the point.
no subject
He starts to consider how nice it might be that Joan knows - even if they don't talk about it, she'll be able to understand things related to that. She would, as she had said, be able to check on him.
It was only ever motivated by love, he knows that, and a large part of his anger and hurt was simply from having to confront that issue without any sort of choice of his own.
The next morning, Ted's at the office, having gotten up early to watch the game film. He's alone at the office when the call comes, and he frowns. Sherlock usually texts. And he hasn't gotten anything from Joan. He's immediately worried.
"Hey, what's up?" he answers the phone, unusually straight to the point.