"Remind me to ask Sherlock if there are any local boxing gyms," she says with a smile. What better way to celebrate being fully recovered than to go punch some people?
Joan laughs at that last bit. "First, I can hold my own in a fight. Second, you are also extremely good looking and have incredible insight and intellectual curiosity. As for Sherlock..." She grins. "You are absolutely right."
Ted laughs at the bit about Sherlock, glad they're in agreement. "Well, it's a good thing you think I've got brains and looks too, cause I'm not even that brawny," he answers with a chuckle.
He considers himself to be about average appearance-wise, making up for some of it with charm. But by now he does believe her that she finds him very handsome, and not just saying that, and really, hers is the only opinion that matters.
Ted basically turns to putty in her hands when she's all loving and complimentary like this, just looking at her with adoration. It makes the last bit of anxiety just melt away and disappear.
"God, you make me feel like the luckiest man alive," he says quietly. "Which given our recent experiences is saying a lot," he adds with a soft chuckle.
Ted smiles, squeezing her hands, his heart so full, but also feeling so many complicated feelings.
"'If you're with the right person, even the hard times are easy'," he says softly. "Just something Higgins told me before Michelle and I separated," he adds as an explanation.
Joan frowns faintly. "I'm not sure I believe that," she says. "Hard times can still be hard. What matters is when even in hard times you continue to choose each other."
She's thinking of Sherlock, how fraught their past has been, and yet they've always come back together, eventually stronger for it.
Ted nods, mulling that over for a second. After all, he's very aware that love alone doesn't make everything simple or perfect. And that a statement like that implies that if something is hard, then it must not be right.
"Alright, then how about... even the hard times are worth it," he suggests instead.
Because he also knows at a certain point, you just end up continuing to hurt each other, at which point you probably shouldn't continue to choose each other. It's possible Ted and Michelle chose each other for a little too long.
She nods. "I can agree with that," she says softly.
She knows that it can't be easy for Ted to think about this. He must be thinking of his relationship with Michelle, wondering if those times were worth it, if it was worth it to him but not to her, how he could love her and choose her and cherish their time together and yet she still wasn't the right one for him, and he wasn't the right one for her.
Joan wonders if Ted is afraid of the same thing happening again.
She moves closer and wraps her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder.
Ted leans into it, closing his eyes and hugging her back. Maybe a little tighter than the situation calls for.
He probably wouldn't admit it, nor has he really confronted it, but part of him is definitely afraid. Wondering how long it's really going to last. How he's going to be able to cope if Joan leaves him. He tries not to entertain those thoughts, but sometimes they sneak up on him.
She feels how tightly he's hugging her, and she tightens her own hold on him, wanting to reassure him. Wanting to reassure herself. She knows he loves her, and she loves him, but sometimes circumstances just tear people apart. God knows they've already come close a couple times.
"I love you," she whispers, tightening her hold further. "So much."
He holds onto her for a few moments longer, before finally pulling back and smiling at her. His eyes are maybe a tiny bit watery, but it's just as much from how much he loves and appreciates her.
Those unshed tears cause her heart to ache a little.
She leans in, takes his face in her hands, and kisses him one last time. Then she pulls back and sighs before smiling. "Definitely. Don't want to keep Keeley and Roy waiting."
Ted may be dealing with a lot of stuff, but he also feels like Joan sees it, and wants to be there for him, and make him feel loved. And that means a lot.
"Yeah, Roy gets even grumpier than usual," he answers with a chuckle, turning to pick up her cardigan, finding the arm holes to help her on with it.
Joan shifts so that she's facing away from Ted to make it easier for him to undo her braids and brush her hair. She smiles at the comment about Roy and Beard. "I can totally see that. Who needs an irresistible force when you can have two immovable objects?"
She grins. "Yes you are, and I love you for it. But I'm going to hazard a guess that you're not usually around when Roy and Beard get into their staring contests."
"No, though I've walked in on them. Been a while now though. Since he's no longer on the team, the two of them don't really socialize on their own."
To the point they ever socialize with Roy. It is a fairly rare occurrence, and mostly because of Keeley. He probably wouldn't have even shown up at the club if it weren't for, well, the stuff going on in Ted's life.
Joan gets that it's been hard for Roy to come back to the club after his retirement. She remembers how, when she decided to leave medicine, she didn't go back to the hospital, even though she had had friends there. In her case there was shame and guilt involved, but still. It was a world she had left and was no longer a part of.
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Joan laughs at that last bit. "First, I can hold my own in a fight. Second, you are also extremely good looking and have incredible insight and intellectual curiosity. As for Sherlock..." She grins. "You are absolutely right."
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He considers himself to be about average appearance-wise, making up for some of it with charm. But by now he does believe her that she finds him very handsome, and not just saying that, and really, hers is the only opinion that matters.
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She reaches out and takes his face in her hands, then leans in for another kiss, this one a little slower and more gentle.
"You're incredible," she says when their lips part, giving him a loving smile.
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"God, you make me feel like the luckiest man alive," he says quietly. "Which given our recent experiences is saying a lot," he adds with a soft chuckle.
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"Even with our recent experiences," she says softly, "I wouldn't trade this for anything. I love you, Ted."
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"'If you're with the right person, even the hard times are easy'," he says softly. "Just something Higgins told me before Michelle and I separated," he adds as an explanation.
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She's thinking of Sherlock, how fraught their past has been, and yet they've always come back together, eventually stronger for it.
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"Alright, then how about... even the hard times are worth it," he suggests instead.
Because he also knows at a certain point, you just end up continuing to hurt each other, at which point you probably shouldn't continue to choose each other. It's possible Ted and Michelle chose each other for a little too long.
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She knows that it can't be easy for Ted to think about this. He must be thinking of his relationship with Michelle, wondering if those times were worth it, if it was worth it to him but not to her, how he could love her and choose her and cherish their time together and yet she still wasn't the right one for him, and he wasn't the right one for her.
Joan wonders if Ted is afraid of the same thing happening again.
She moves closer and wraps her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder.
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He probably wouldn't admit it, nor has he really confronted it, but part of him is definitely afraid. Wondering how long it's really going to last. How he's going to be able to cope if Joan leaves him. He tries not to entertain those thoughts, but sometimes they sneak up on him.
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"I love you," she whispers, tightening her hold further. "So much."
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He holds onto her for a few moments longer, before finally pulling back and smiling at her. His eyes are maybe a tiny bit watery, but it's just as much from how much he loves and appreciates her.
"How about we finish getting you dressed, huh?"
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She leans in, takes his face in her hands, and kisses him one last time. Then she pulls back and sighs before smiling. "Definitely. Don't want to keep Keeley and Roy waiting."
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"Yeah, Roy gets even grumpier than usual," he answers with a chuckle, turning to pick up her cardigan, finding the arm holes to help her on with it.
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"I cannot wait for Roy and Sherlock to meet," she says with a grin. "They're just going to scowl at each other for hours."
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He leans over to grab the hairbrush from the nightstand, then starts undoing one of her braids so he can redo it.
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To the point they ever socialize with Roy. It is a fairly rare occurrence, and mostly because of Keeley. He probably wouldn't have even shown up at the club if it weren't for, well, the stuff going on in Ted's life.
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Joan gets that it's been hard for Roy to come back to the club after his retirement. She remembers how, when she decided to leave medicine, she didn't go back to the hospital, even though she had had friends there. In her case there was shame and guilt involved, but still. It was a world she had left and was no longer a part of.
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"Is there anything Keeley or Roy like?"
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She reaches behind her to touch his knee affectionately.
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