Mary Margaret watched her go, turning back to the kitchen and the island against the sound of feet on the stairs. Still new, but comforting, too. Sounds instead of the silence that had once hugged this places
She picked up both of the glasses of water, emptied them into the sink, leaving the half-melted ice ubes to melt in the drain, and then set the cups in the drying rack. She'd gone to dry off her hands when her eyes had landed on the things on the counter next to the drying rack.
Working at the hospital might be out now, but that didn't mean she hadn't learned a great deal there that she'd keep apparently. Glucose, energy, and singular-path liver functions. By the time she headed up the stairs, only five minutes later, she was carrying a small plate with buttered toast.
Grateful Emma's door was still open, she stepped in, holding it out, and told her to consider at least eating half of it before she slept. That it would make the morning a little easier on her body, if not her head. Blushing a little, on presumption, but nodding and heading off to her own bed after.
Still quite ready to put this whole night to bed, but feeling surprisingly lighter, too.
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Date: 2012-04-01 04:52 pm (UTC)Mary Margaret watched her go, turning back to the kitchen and the island against the sound of feet on the stairs. Still new, but comforting, too. Sounds instead of the silence that had once hugged this places
She picked up both of the glasses of water, emptied them into the sink, leaving the half-melted ice ubes to melt in the drain, and then set the cups in the drying rack. She'd gone to dry off her hands when her eyes had landed on the things on the counter next to the drying rack.
Working at the hospital might be out now, but that didn't mean she hadn't learned a great deal there that she'd keep apparently. Glucose, energy, and singular-path liver functions. By the time she headed up the stairs, only five minutes later, she was carrying a small plate with buttered toast.
Grateful Emma's door was still open, she stepped in, holding it out, and told her to consider at least eating half of it before she slept. That it would make the morning a little easier on her body, if not her head. Blushing a little, on presumption, but nodding and heading off to her own bed after.
Still quite ready to put this whole night to bed, but feeling surprisingly lighter, too.