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.
Ted grins brightly, satisfied with that answer. (If he was going to guess what Sherlock's reaction would be, it's actually better than he would've expected.)
"Thanks, we spent a while on it," he answers cheerfully, getting back into bed. "Alright, well, don't let us keep you if you want to get back to work."
While Sherlock has grown considerably in the time Watson has been in his life, there are still people he makes exceptions for when it comes to the harshness of his manner. Usually it is due to respect for their intelligence and investigative abilities. But Ted...Ted is different. Sherlock is a cynical man, and yet somehow Ted's kindness and generosity of spirit make him actually believe in the potential for goodness, in others, yes, but more remarkably in himself. Ted makes him want to be kind.
"Again, call if you need anything," Sherlock says. He nods to Joan, who nods back, then leaves the room.
Joan reaches over for her tea and carefully sips it. "Mmm. Mint."
Ted would be touched to hear that. It probably helps that his kindness doesn't come from naivety or foolishness. It's a very conscious choice, and something he's incredibly dedicated to, despite all the cruelty in the world. Being kind doesn't require being blind.
"Mint's great, but why does it have to come with tea?" he says playfully, carefully reaching for his coffee.
"It is the tea," she points out, fully aware he's teasing her. "Not all tea is created equal. There are traditional Chinese teas that have been scientifically proven to boost immunity, lower blood pressure, and give longer erections."
He's right in the middle of taking a sip when she says that last bit, and chokes a little on the coffee. It's so well timed he suspects it's intentional.
"Mmm, really?" he then asks with polite but only mild interest, as if he didn't just choke, then smiles playfully.
"Yeah alright, good to know." Ted side-eyes her with a smile. He has to appreciate the skill of the timing of the prank, at the very least. (And as long as she doesn't intentionally try to embarrass him in front of other people, he is a-ok with it. But he knows she wouldn't do that.) And hey, he was the one who started teasing. It's only fair.
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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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"Thanks, we spent a while on it," he answers cheerfully, getting back into bed. "Alright, well, don't let us keep you if you want to get back to work."
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"Again, call if you need anything," Sherlock says. He nods to Joan, who nods back, then leaves the room.
Joan reaches over for her tea and carefully sips it. "Mmm. Mint."
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"Mint's great, but why does it have to come with tea?" he says playfully, carefully reaching for his coffee.
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"Mmm, really?" he then asks with polite but only mild interest, as if he didn't just choke, then smiles playfully.
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"Oh yeah. Better than Viagra. Cheaper too."
She leans in to give him a quick kiss, almost an apology for making him choke like that.
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"What's your favorite drink?" she asks him.
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He rests his mug in his lap as he considers that unexpected question for a moment. "Alcoholic or not?" he asks for clarification.
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