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There's really only so much self-pity that Gwen can take, even from herself. It's been nearly a month, and the truth of the matter is that in that time she's been so busy with the baby, she's scarcely had time to feel badly about Peter being gone. There are moments -- Exhausted and frustrated and looking at the familiar eyes of her son -- when it threatens to overwhelm her, to send her backsliding into postpartum depression, but there's always someone there -- Rob, Ianto, the Doctor -- to swoop in and see to Nate and let her have a breather. She's grateful.
Today, she's decided, they are Going Out. Capital G, capital O, because it's an event, something she's been working towards for over a week now. Nate's not been out of the house, before today; She still has the occasional irrationally protective moment when she wants no one to touch him, the lingering effect of Peter's ill-timed departure. But today, today, they're Going Out, together, to the Compound, to be social.
This is what people do, yeah? Come look at my baby, isn't he adorable? Gwen's really not certain about it, but has resigned herself to the tradition.
"Uncle Rob and Uncle Ianto are going to be rubbing my feet," she tells Nate as she stands before the bulletin board, baby cradled in one arm, reading the auction results. "What do you think? Should I put one on each foot?" In reply, Nate sucks rather enthusiastically on one tiny fist, and Gwen imagines that to mean he agrees.
Today, she's decided, they are Going Out. Capital G, capital O, because it's an event, something she's been working towards for over a week now. Nate's not been out of the house, before today; She still has the occasional irrationally protective moment when she wants no one to touch him, the lingering effect of Peter's ill-timed departure. But today, today, they're Going Out, together, to the Compound, to be social.
This is what people do, yeah? Come look at my baby, isn't he adorable? Gwen's really not certain about it, but has resigned herself to the tradition.
"Uncle Rob and Uncle Ianto are going to be rubbing my feet," she tells Nate as she stands before the bulletin board, baby cradled in one arm, reading the auction results. "What do you think? Should I put one on each foot?" In reply, Nate sucks rather enthusiastically on one tiny fist, and Gwen imagines that to mean he agrees.