He kisses Joan's cheek, then straightens up again, ready to roll. "You ready to socialize with people who aren't me and Sherlock?" he asks with a smile.
Ted doubts very much he would do that without good reason, and not against Ted. Sherlock cares about him, which means a lot. Ted trusts him with a lot. And now he's starting to trust him with that if he does make some of those deductions, he'll keep them private.
"Alright," he answers, heading towards the living room, parking her next to the couch and going to offer her a hand (or two) to help her move over.
"We'll just do it the other way for the rest of the evening then," Ted answers and steps closer, looping an arm around her back, for the extra security and support. He's very glad Joan pays attention to her own limits, and lets him know, so they can be careful.
Ted wants to point out that it's not like they would judge her, but he gets that it's not about that. The potential worry and pity might be just as frustrating for her.
He helps her over in the couch and makes sure she's comfortable. "You want me to put the chair away in the bedroom?"
Worry and pity is exactly it. She wants to have as normal a time as possible, just friends hanging out and sharing a meal, and the best way to do that is to not have her present difficulties evident.
Like the wheelchair.
"Yes please," she answers, now that she's safe and comfortable on the couch.
"Alrighty," he answers, taking it back in there, and making sure he has his phone and everything he needs, before returning with both his crutches now. He's going to be good and not try to do everything, and let Sherlock bring them drinks and all that, so he heads for the couch to sit down and text Keeley.
"Definitely stay off your feet," Joan says with a smile. She knows he's been pushing the envelope, and he can't keep doing that if he wants to heal and be back with the team.
"What food should we get?" Joan asks, pondering. "We've had Thai recently. We could go Szechwan, or Japanese. There's Indian and Greek places nearby, too..."
"Oh, I haven't had Greek food in forever," Ted answers, opening up a map on his phone to track it down and find a menu. "Do they have stuff you can eat?" he asks, glancing over at Joan.
"Worst case, we can whip up another smoothie," Ted says. "You know, I make a decent moussaka. Potatoes though, not eggplant. What about you, Sherlock, what do you want?"
"I'd love to try that!" Joan says. She loves it when Ted cooks for her. He's really got a knack for it, and Joan knows it makes him happy. It's another way he can care for people. A way he can care for her.
"A gyro is sufficient," Sherlock answers. "Perhaps with a side of salad."
"Alrighty-doo, Mister Magoo," Ted answers, texting Keeley again and telling her to pick something off the menu. After a moment she texts back, and Ted calls the restaurant to order their food. Then it should be getting there just after Roy and Keeley do. He gets both himself and Joan suvlaki and rice, since that sounded yummy.
When the buzzer announces the arrival of their guests, Sherlock gets up and answers the door.
"Welcome," he says to Roy and Keeley. He's familiar with them both, as they've both been something of celebrities in London for quite some time. He finds it interesting that they are together, considering their personalities, especially Roy's.
"Please, come in. Watson and Ted are waiting for you in the living room."
Sherlock nods politely to Keeley's welcome. "You as well." The grunt from Roy earns a slight raise of the eyebrows, but Sherlock nods to him as well. The anti-social gruffness is something Sherlock can understand.
When Keeley comes in for the hug Joan beams at her and returns the hug as best she can. "Hey Keeley! It's so good to see you!"
"It's amazing to see you too," Keeley answers, and she gives Ted a quick hug too. She was nervous when she walked in the door, but it's evident she's extremely relieved to see Joan looking more or less alright. What happened at the gala was pretty dramatic, after all. Even Roy seems to breathe a slight sigh of relief.
Keeley sits down in the chair closest to Joan, while Roy sits next to her, giving Ted a nod which he returns.
"You look a lot better," Keeley says to Joan. "I mean, of course you do. Are you doing alright, after everything? I mean, if you want to talk about it - it's okay if you don't!" She's very clearly a little bit nervous but also very eager to make Joan feel better.
Joan picks up on Keeley's nervousness, and it makes total sense. Joan had nearly died that night, right there in front of everyone. She can imagine Keeley was afraid Joan would be in worse shape than she is.
"I'm fine," she assures Keeley with a gentle smile. "My strength is coming back." She smiles at Ted. "And I have wonderful guys taking care of me."
"Definitely," Joan agrees. She looks over at Sherlock, who's surveying the room with a slightly sour expression. "We couldn't do it without Sherlock. He's been really helpful so we can rest."
"Awww, that's so nice," Keeley answers, smiling at Sherlock, clearly unfazed by the expression. (She's used to Roy and Beard, after all.) "You're a detective like Joan, right?"
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He kisses Joan's cheek, then straightens up again, ready to roll. "You ready to socialize with people who aren't me and Sherlock?" he asks with a smile.
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"Yep," she answers, smiling back.
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"Alright," he answers, heading towards the living room, parking her next to the couch and going to offer her a hand (or two) to help her move over.
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Joan takes Ted's hands to transfer from the wheelchair to the couch. She can feel the muscles in her legs trembling.
"I think I might be pushing my body a little too far."
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"Once it's just us," she says. Bad enough to be wheeled around in front of their guests, being carried is right out.
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He helps her over in the couch and makes sure she's comfortable. "You want me to put the chair away in the bedroom?"
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Like the wheelchair.
"Yes please," she answers, now that she's safe and comfortable on the couch.
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"Being the most mobile of the present company," he says, "I imagine I can be of service."
"It would be really helpful," Joan says. "Thank you."
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His phone buzzes. "Alright, Keeley and Roy will be over soon. She said they're good with anything food-wise."
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"What food should we get?" Joan asks, pondering. "We've had Thai recently. We could go Szechwan, or Japanese. There's Indian and Greek places nearby, too..."
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"A gyro is sufficient," Sherlock answers. "Perhaps with a side of salad."
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"Welcome," he says to Roy and Keeley. He's familiar with them both, as they've both been something of celebrities in London for quite some time. He finds it interesting that they are together, considering their personalities, especially Roy's.
"Please, come in. Watson and Ted are waiting for you in the living room."
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"Hey y'all," Ted says happily once they make it to the living room. "Pardon us for not getting to our feet."
"Oh, don't worry about it. Hi, Joan!" Keeley says, immediately going in for the hug with Joan, while Roy trails behind.
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When Keeley comes in for the hug Joan beams at her and returns the hug as best she can. "Hey Keeley! It's so good to see you!"
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Keeley sits down in the chair closest to Joan, while Roy sits next to her, giving Ted a nod which he returns.
"You look a lot better," Keeley says to Joan. "I mean, of course you do. Are you doing alright, after everything? I mean, if you want to talk about it - it's okay if you don't!" She's very clearly a little bit nervous but also very eager to make Joan feel better.
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"I'm fine," she assures Keeley with a gentle smile. "My strength is coming back." She smiles at Ted. "And I have wonderful guys taking care of me."
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