[ She's stubborn because she's just built that way, because he's just as stubborn and a giant pain in the ass and she's missed him. She misses their fights and their little moments, the way his smile looks in the early hours of dawn, when he's sleeping beside her and she kisses him awake. She misses the big moments, too, the frown he gets when he's annoyed, that insufferable smirk when he decides to be an asshole, his frustration when she insists on pulling her weight because this is what they are. They're partners, for better or worse, right?
That was the promise they made when she married him right there in that garden, with flowers in her hair and his bitching a not-quite-distant memory.
He comes closer, and she feels more than sees when he takes her hand, his palm so wonderfully warm on hers. His grip is solid, and she wishes she had the strength to just pull him to her. Her vitals are holding steady, but muscle weakness is a tricky one, even with regular sessions with the physiotherapist.
She manages to squeeze his hand very lightly; and the mention of Herc sticks in her head. Chuck, leaving Percy home with his father? More importantly, Chuck had actually let Herc into their home? That's -- wow. It takes Raleigh awhile to talk; forming words is really, really tiring, you know. So is smiling; but she is, just the tiniest bit, it's all she can muster, for now. ]
So were you. [ Because she knows him, she knows what he's like, and he's his father's son. Also apparently comas can't make a sense of humour go away -- although even with that, her eyes are gentle, fond. Oh, Chuck. ]
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That was the promise they made when she married him right there in that garden, with flowers in her hair and his bitching a not-quite-distant memory.
He comes closer, and she feels more than sees when he takes her hand, his palm so wonderfully warm on hers. His grip is solid, and she wishes she had the strength to just pull him to her. Her vitals are holding steady, but muscle weakness is a tricky one, even with regular sessions with the physiotherapist.
She manages to squeeze his hand very lightly; and the mention of Herc sticks in her head. Chuck, leaving Percy home with his father? More importantly, Chuck had actually let Herc into their home? That's -- wow. It takes Raleigh awhile to talk; forming words is really, really tiring, you know. So is smiling; but she is, just the tiniest bit, it's all she can muster, for now. ]
So were you. [ Because she knows him, she knows what he's like, and he's his father's son. Also apparently comas can't make a sense of humour go away -- although even with that, her eyes are gentle, fond. Oh, Chuck. ]
Herc...?