[She's glad he doesn't remember. Most of the early ones hadn't been pretty, she'd been full of grief and anger and denial in those first few weeks, there'd been ugly words slung around and even uglier sobbing on his bed and she'd clung to his hand and called him every name under the sun for not being awake to chastise her for it. They'd mellowed as time went by, as she picked up her life again and went back to living it instead of wasting away in his hospital room along side him.
She had had a job to do, and he would have hated to have seen her like that.
The visor goes back on and he relaxes, and Mia takes a moment to appreciate the smile on his face. She returns it with one of her own, but she doesn't let go of his hands when the visor's back in place.]
I got here this morning. I'm concussed, I'm confused and I think I want-
[She stops herself from saying "to sleep until next Thursday," because that is not going to go over well, she imagines, and she just got him to smile again.
She covers her faux pas with a laugh, because suddenly, looking at his smile, she feels strangely giddy.]
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She had had a job to do, and he would have hated to have seen her like that.
The visor goes back on and he relaxes, and Mia takes a moment to appreciate the smile on his face. She returns it with one of her own, but she doesn't let go of his hands when the visor's back in place.]
I got here this morning. I'm concussed, I'm confused and I think I want-
[She stops herself from saying "to sleep until next Thursday," because that is not going to go over well, she imagines, and she just got him to smile again.
She covers her faux pas with a laugh, because suddenly, looking at his smile, she feels strangely giddy.]
I think I really, really need a cup of coffee.