a life to give

[longaevus]

Who: Helen Magnus & Leonard McCoy
When: June 14
Where: Helen's apartment
Summary: Helen's thanking and explaining
Warnings: Talks of things, may be blood and swears

Her talk with Dean had been interesting, although given that Helen described a fair number of things as interesting that itself said little. Given that she was doing the same thing again, though... it could be telling as to what happened, and this time she had less of an idea as to how her 'explanation' and 'confessions' would be taken (aside from his grumbling). Helen respected that, at least - and any sign of honesty.

Helen had bought the wine earlier, and hoped that it would at least be enjoyed, setting that and the two glasses on the coffee table before locking her cats into her bedroom. That would not be a welcome distraction.

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[doctor_mccoy]

If McCoy had known it was a wine sort of night, he would have showed up wearing something other than his scrubs from the previous shift at work. He hadn't bothered to head home first, but Helen hadn't given him any specifics on the visit other than an apology he wasn't sure was required.

There was a knock at her door.

[longaevus]

Thankfully for him Helen had few expectations, at least for this evening. She'd been in the process of moving the wine from the kitchen when the knock at her door alerted her to her guest. Taking the bottle with her Helen checked who was there before pulling open the door, giving him a small smile.

"It's good to see you again." And under more normal circumstances, also.

[doctor_mccoy]

"That's something I don't hear often." What being a doctor, with that awful beside manner and all. He inclined his head to her in greeting, at least managing a pleasant expression rather than the usual wry look that was on the way to setting permanent frown lines.

"Nice to see you in one, healthy piece for once. What's the occasion?" He lifted his chin a bit to indicate the bottle in her hand.

[longaevus]

"Then it's a shame." And considering everything she actually finds his company pleasant. And Helen dips her head slightly, a slight embarrassed smile at his comment; it's true, and he should of been glad he didn't see her on her return - she was just as banged up then and that was from home.

"I thought a drink may go nicely with the conversation." It would certainly keep it at a more relaxed occasion, anyway.

"Come in."

[doctor_mccoy]

"It certainly can't hurt." He stepped in when she invited him, closing the door behind him and shrugging out of his light jacket. Sure it was summer, but it was Canada and anything below 70 was still cold to him.

"If you point me in the right direction, I'll open that for you." Not that he didn't thing she could, it was simple manners.

[longaevus]

Oh, you southern men. Although her example is hardly one to follow, she's the fool that wears skirts in winter.

"It's just through there." Helen gave a small nod in the direction of the living room before walking towards it.

"How have you been? Particularly after what happened." She would have asked sooner had she not been dead and unable to do so.