"Let's do it!" she says, giving him a sideways grin. Joan loves good-natured competition, even if she's fairly sure she's going to get her butt kicked.
Ted grins back happily, and starts up the match. There may be a little bit of an ass-kicking, but it's definitely not one-sided. He's not amazing either. And he's giving her compliments every time she manages to stop him or take the ball, and he's absolutely delighted when she gets a goal against him.
She's having an absolute blast, grinning from ear to ear, laughing at their mutual fumbling, and complimenting him right back for all his good plays. When the game is over she puts down the controller and practically pounces on him, kissing him enthusiastically.
The pounce catches him by surprise, and he still has the controller in his hand when his arms automatically go around her as he kisses her back with a sound of happy surprise.
He smiles into the kiss, fumbling a little to put the controller down safely while still kissing Joan, then wrap his arms around her. Eventually he has to come up for air. "Didn't know beating your girlfriend at a sports video game could have such a positive reception," he comments, laughing.
She laughs as well and kisses him again. "Didn't know being beat at a sports video game could make me feel so loved," she answers, grinning and nuzzling her nose against his. She kisses him again, touching his cheek, then carding her fingers through his hair, the desire to be physically affectionate particularly strong at that moment.
"Well, you are very loved," he says softly, soaking in the affection and returning it happily, holding her, putting his hand on the back of her neck as he kisses her back.
"You too," she murmurs, pulling back enough to look at his face, into his eyes, stroking his cheek with her thumb. Her heart is so full of love for this man.
He can see it in her face, and it makes him feel so good. It's been a rough few weeks, and yet she can still make him feel so important and valued and loved just by looking at him like that. And Ted in turn also looks completely smitten.
He turns his head and kisses her palm, leaning into her hand for a moment and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath and just basking in the feeling of her affection.
The weeks have been difficult, at times devastating, and Joan has sometimes been terrified, for him and for herself. And yet through all the horrors she has never stopped loving Ted with every ounce of her being. And she has absolute faith that through it all he has never stopped loving her, either.
She sighs happily and leans forward, closing her eyes, resting her head against his, basking along with him.
He cuddles up with her, getting comfortable and just snuggling, giving her a few little kisses, affectionate stroking her back or her arm or her hair, wherever's within easy to reach. He just wants to tell her he loves her and how happy she makes him, but it'll probably get redundant.
There's also a part of him who worries he'll smother Joan with exactly that kind of behaviour, like what seemed to happen with Michelle after a while. So he tries to hold off on doing it too much.
Eventually they seem to get so comfortable that he's in danger of dozing off, and he has to pull back and sit up a little, considering getting himself some coffee or something.
He's telling her he loves her with every kiss, every touch. Being in his arms feels so good and so right. it makes sense how there might be some situations where this is too much, but right here and now it is perfect.
She's starting to drift by the time he pulls back, and she looks up at him.
"Yeah, I was too okay, I was about to fall asleep," he answers with a soft chuckle. "You gonna stay awake while I go make some coffee, or should I get Sherlock?"
"I'll be back in a bit then," he says and gives her cheek a quick kiss before getting out of bed. "You need anything while I'm up? Might as well get everything in one go."
"Mmm..." She narrows her eyes in thought. "I probably shouldn't have coffee." She looks at him. "How about some herbal tea? I think we have mint and chamomile."
"I'll have a look," Ted says, grabbing his crutches and heading to the kitchen. Sherlock is indeed working, but he packed away food that needs to be refridgerated, which Ted appreciates.
He makes coffee and tea - as long as he doesn't have to drink it, he's happy to make it, no matter how much he disparages it.
"Hey Sherlock," he says, popping his head out of the kitchen. "Would you mind carrying some drinks for me?" If this is going to go on, Ted feels like he should get a thermos or something, so he can carry it himself.
Sherlock holds up a hand as he closely examines a chart, committing it to memory. After a moment of silence, he puts the paper down and rises, heading into the kitchen to help.
"I assume Watson is awake?" he says, locating a tray.
"For now. I'm gonna be up for a while though, so I'm not gonna need a shift change until I speak to Henry later," he answers. And who knows, Joan might be awake again then. It's still early enough that even if she naps, she probably won't sleep all the way through the night.
He grabs a box of apple slices from the fridge and pops that on the tray too, so he has something to snack on.
"Thank you, I appreciate it," Ted answers with a smile. He starts to head back but then pauses and turns back to Sherlock. "Hey, by the way, I wanted to go to Turner's funeral, but I haven't heard anything about it. Could you look into when that's happening?" He assumes it's taken a while because they needed to investigations about cause of death or something like that.
"I can call our contacts in Scotland Yard," Sherlock agrees. He's a little taken aback by the idea of Ted going to Turner's funeral, then quickly realizes he really shouldn't be surprised at all. Of course Ted would care about paying respects to the man. He knows how broken Mr. Chapman was, and would have doubtless tried to make things better for him if only he had had the chance. God damn Moriarty for taking that away from him.
Ted already tried to make it better for him, at least to try to show him some kindness and understanding. Turner just wasn't ready for it. And now he never will be. It didn't take a lot of effort to see how much he was hurting inside and, ironically, Ted feels a little bit like he failed him. Despite knowing that's not really true, and there wasn't much he could do - nor should he probably be expected to.
"Thank you," he says with a grateful nod, before leading the way towards the bedroom. On the way he grabs some sleepwear for Joan as well, since she might want to change into something more comfortable now they're back in bed.
Sherlock follows Ted into the bedroom, careful not to spill the drinks.
Joan is reading when they come in. She looks up and smiles to see the two of them. "Hey love," she says to Ted, then smiles at Sherlock. "Thanks for helping."
"It is my pleasure, Watson," he says, carefully setting down the tray on the chair next to the bed.
"Brought some clothes for when you want to sleep," Ted says, dropping them on the foot of the bed for now.
"Oh, oh, Sherlock, look!" Ted says excitedly, picking up the controller and waking it back up, and going to show the digital Ted on the screen. He grins expectantly at Sherlock.
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He smiles into the kiss, fumbling a little to put the controller down safely while still kissing Joan, then wrap his arms around her. Eventually he has to come up for air. "Didn't know beating your girlfriend at a sports video game could have such a positive reception," he comments, laughing.
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He turns his head and kisses her palm, leaning into her hand for a moment and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath and just basking in the feeling of her affection.
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She sighs happily and leans forward, closing her eyes, resting her head against his, basking along with him.
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There's also a part of him who worries he'll smother Joan with exactly that kind of behaviour, like what seemed to happen with Michelle after a while. So he tries to hold off on doing it too much.
Eventually they seem to get so comfortable that he's in danger of dozing off, and he has to pull back and sit up a little, considering getting himself some coffee or something.
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She's starting to drift by the time he pulls back, and she looks up at him.
"Hey," she says with a soft smile. "You okay?"
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"I can stay up for a bit," she says, sitting up. "Sherlock is probably going through those documents. I wouldn't want to interrupt."
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He makes coffee and tea - as long as he doesn't have to drink it, he's happy to make it, no matter how much he disparages it.
"Hey Sherlock," he says, popping his head out of the kitchen. "Would you mind carrying some drinks for me?" If this is going to go on, Ted feels like he should get a thermos or something, so he can carry it himself.
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"I assume Watson is awake?" he says, locating a tray.
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He grabs a box of apple slices from the fridge and pops that on the tray too, so he has something to snack on.
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"Thank you," he says with a grateful nod, before leading the way towards the bedroom. On the way he grabs some sleepwear for Joan as well, since she might want to change into something more comfortable now they're back in bed.
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Joan is reading when they come in. She looks up and smiles to see the two of them. "Hey love," she says to Ted, then smiles at Sherlock. "Thanks for helping."
"It is my pleasure, Watson," he says, carefully setting down the tray on the chair next to the bed.
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"Oh, oh, Sherlock, look!" Ted says excitedly, picking up the controller and waking it back up, and going to show the digital Ted on the screen. He grins expectantly at Sherlock.
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"It's...an incredible likeness," he allows.
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