[And back to the start, still with no answers. Chasing their tails. It's a relief, though, that there's nothing else big to add to the pile, and she laughs a little grimly as she gives her the silverware. Thanks for the vote of confidence, Nederland.]
I've been ignoring the network, but I'll answer if you call me.
[It sounds weird without the rest of the sentiment attached - just let me know if I can help - but she'd have to qualify it with from here. There's not much she can think of right now that would get her away, and even as she's thinking it her eyes flick to the open door, across to Alex's room.]
[While he doesn't come anywhere near a smile, there's something a little lighter in his response.]
Might. Boring down here.
[Calling would let him check up and keep her from going crazy with worry, so he puts that into the mental schedule along with "think of a story to tell" - or maybe a poem, something distracting at least. After coming down here and giving her ten more things to worry about he feels like he owes her that much.
But he sees that her attention's already moving across the hall and he's got shit to do. He scoops up Lodewijk, sticks him in the basket, and hovers for a second before leaning back in to kiss her.]
wasn't really her point but he's not wrong. There's really nothing to do except listen to the quiet ping and beep of machines, the muffed whoosh of the equipment that's breathing for Alex, and if she listens to that for too long she starts to convince herself that he'll never be able to go without it, or that she's back in her room in Alchemilla hospital. His voice will be a welcome relief, even if he's just bitching at her about the state of the Gardens.
She leans up into the kiss, reaches up to cup his jaw as she does. The gesture's on of gratitude rather than heat or need, reflected in the softness of the touch.]
Thanks.
[And a little grateful ear-scritch for Lodewijk, too. Thanks for coming, little guy.]
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I've been ignoring the network, but I'll answer if you call me.
[It sounds weird without the rest of the sentiment attached - just let me know if I can help - but she'd have to qualify it with from here. There's not much she can think of right now that would get her away, and even as she's thinking it her eyes flick to the open door, across to Alex's room.]
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Might. Boring down here.
[Calling would let him check up and keep her from going crazy with worry, so he puts that into the mental schedule along with "think of a story to tell" - or maybe a poem, something distracting at least. After coming down here and giving her ten more things to worry about he feels like he owes her that much.
But he sees that her attention's already moving across the hall and he's got shit to do. He scoops up Lodewijk, sticks him in the basket, and hovers for a second before leaning back in to kiss her.]
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wasn't really her point but he's not wrong. There's really nothing to do except listen to the quiet ping and beep of machines, the muffed whoosh of the equipment that's breathing for Alex, and if she listens to that for too long she starts to convince herself that he'll never be able to go without it, or that she's back in her room in Alchemilla hospital. His voice will be a welcome relief, even if he's just bitching at her about the state of the Gardens.
She leans up into the kiss, reaches up to cup his jaw as she does. The gesture's on of gratitude rather than heat or need, reflected in the softness of the touch.]
Thanks.
[And a little grateful ear-scritch for Lodewijk, too. Thanks for coming, little guy.]