Richard laughs and pats her back gently, saying, "Stumpsies. Stumpsiekins. Stumplestiltskin." He cracks himself up, and a few seconds of genuine laughter are welcome after how stressful the past blinding hour has been. With a sigh, he glances in the nearest reflective surface to fix his hair. "Yeah, I'd probably be dead and in the ground within a week, dead with a hook in my eye."
Oh, he laughs again, so tired, and slumps down into a chair, watching while the nurse does what she needs to do. It sort of reminds him of the time Susan dropped him off near the ER. It was generous of her to do that much, really, and he knew he could take care of himself just fine--but even though she was the one who put a bullet in his leg because he'd tried to kill her, when she dropped by to pick him up once he was discharged, it was a relief to see her. She left him for a while, after that, and when she returned after a period of no contact, it was with the wee baby Salome.
How strange, the turns life takes. Such bizarre circumstances, reality folding in on itself until it no longer seems real.
When the nurse finally leaves them in peace, he removes his face from his hand and glances up at Salome with a tired smile. "I'm sure that would really mean a lot to her. See, maybe this is a blessing in disguise." He waves between the two of them, saying, "It'll give Delilah a whole day to plan things out."
Poor Delilah. Most women get the big wedding when they want it. But she's not going to complain--it's enough that he would do her the honor of marrying her. She doesn't need a big ceremony, although oh, it would be nice. But no doubt, she's throwing one in her peaceful dreams tonight, completely oblivious to all the world's troubles, a multitude of weights lifted from her delicate shoulders.
She feels so happy, and so loved, so excited and accepted. Home alone in the dark, she's smiling in her sleep.
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Date: 2013-01-10 03:31 am (UTC)Oh, he laughs again, so tired, and slumps down into a chair, watching while the nurse does what she needs to do. It sort of reminds him of the time Susan dropped him off near the ER. It was generous of her to do that much, really, and he knew he could take care of himself just fine--but even though she was the one who put a bullet in his leg because he'd tried to kill her, when she dropped by to pick him up once he was discharged, it was a relief to see her. She left him for a while, after that, and when she returned after a period of no contact, it was with the wee baby Salome.
How strange, the turns life takes. Such bizarre circumstances, reality folding in on itself until it no longer seems real.
When the nurse finally leaves them in peace, he removes his face from his hand and glances up at Salome with a tired smile. "I'm sure that would really mean a lot to her. See, maybe this is a blessing in disguise." He waves between the two of them, saying, "It'll give Delilah a whole day to plan things out."
Poor Delilah. Most women get the big wedding when they want it. But she's not going to complain--it's enough that he would do her the honor of marrying her. She doesn't need a big ceremony, although oh, it would be nice. But no doubt, she's throwing one in her peaceful dreams tonight, completely oblivious to all the world's troubles, a multitude of weights lifted from her delicate shoulders.
She feels so happy, and so loved, so excited and accepted. Home alone in the dark, she's smiling in her sleep.