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They enter the flat slowly; Ellie bounds up, and then stops, her head cocked to the side, perplexed.

It's early; almost too early for the kids to be up.

Almost.

When they get to the hall, Anthony seems to sense their presence from the master bedroom, and begins to wail. 'Dora deposits Bernard on his side of the bed, and crawls across to the baby, picking him up and patting his back. "I know. I know. You're dying."

Once Anthony is fed and changed and settled in his cot for the moment, 'Dora turns her attention back to her husband.

He's been sitting on the edge of the bed this entire time. Hasn't even taken his coat off.

She walks around to his side of the bed again and kneels, unlacing one shoe, almost biting through her lip. "We need to get some ice for your head, love. You can't go to sleep."

Date: 2006-11-19 09:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
"Okay," Bernard replies, docile.

His red-rimmed eyes rove over her, and his eyes focus. "I'm sorry. Hi."

Date: 2006-11-19 09:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
His eyes fill with sudden tears, even as a wry smile twists his mouth. "I was, too. I followed him in. Asshole's always getting me into scrapes." One tear spills over, and he wipes it away impatiently, kicking one unlaced boot off, then the other. "We have to look out. We have to make sure. Guy in there tried to kill me. Bateman."

Date: 2006-11-19 09:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
"Okay," he whispers, docile, shrugging out of his coat. "I'm really tired, though. How many days were we gone?"

Date: 2006-11-19 09:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
His hands, which have slowly twisted in her jumper, clench, then let go. "Okay. But don't. Don't leave me alone for long."

Date: 2006-11-19 10:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Bernard sips obediently, but shoots her a baleful glance. "Hate tea."

Date: 2006-11-19 10:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
He's starting to shiver now, and shifts onto his side, his eyes losing some focus. "I went after him, I'm sorry, but he didn't even have a coat, and it was so cold--"

Date: 2006-11-19 10:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Bernard bites his lip, nodding slowly, and wipes away a few errant tears, sitting up slowly to get his pyjamas on.

As he peels off his shirt, he reveals fresh bruises on his side, as if he were kicked hard (or tripped over by two people and a god); the pants reveal a knee that's turning black and green, as if he fell on it with his entire weight.

Date: 2006-11-19 05:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
"Uh." Bernard rubs one eye rhythmically and for far longer than he needs to. "Few people tripped over me in the house. Don't think they meant to." He hitches a breath in, out. "I was in the way."

Date: 2006-11-19 10:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
He stares at her, arrested. When he speaks, his voice is... odd.

"I love you, too."

Suddenly, he slides to the floor, clutching her into his arms.

"I didn't think I was coming back."

Date: 2006-11-19 10:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
He nods, his eyes roving over her face hungrily. "So. Here we are." He laughs. and it's short and not entirely calm. "At least it's Sunday."

Date: 2006-11-19 10:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
He climbs in and turns on his left side gingerly, wincing as his lump brushes the pillow. "How'm I gonna stay awake if I'm all warm and horizontal?"

Date: 2006-11-19 11:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Bernard lies there, listening to the early morning sounds, and smiles as Ellie wanders in and props her chin on the bed, inquiring as to the space of the accomodations.

"Go on, then."

She does.

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