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[whitechapelred]

Hello there. I come bearing gifts!

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[archer_in_green]

"You didn't have to bring anything but yourself." He pulls Jack into a hug, kissing his cheek.

[whitechapelred]

[Jack laughs and juggles his load of boxes, putting them down so he can hug his beloved properly.] I've missed you, my love.

[He smiles and steals a long and slow kiss.] You'll have to forgive me. I could help myself. [He holds a box out to Hawke. Inside is sturdy long tunic of mottled green Dorset wool, embroidered with threads of gold and deep green and lined with soft linen.] I know it's sunny now but I wanted to give you something warm for Winter. It's made from the cloth of my home.

[archer_in_green]

"It's beautiful," He runs a finger over one of the embroidered designs. "The seasons shift soon enough and it will be quite welcome."

"How was your trip?"

[whitechapelred]

I'm glad you like it. I had it made just for you. I just hope it keeps you warm enough at the times I can't be there to warm you.

[He smiles and starts unpacking his boxes - more tea, tins of biscuits and new tea sets, a replacement lid for a teapot that had been damaged in the shop, new sheets and hangings for their cottage.] It was good, strange but good. Every time I go back I feel more and more that this is more my home than London is. I guess it's part of my letting go in preparation to be with you, forever.

[monsterhemademe]

Welcome back. [He grins a bit] Are they cat treats? Because I'm afraid they missed you quite terribly.

How were things back home?

[whitechapelred]

[Jack puts down his boxes before crouching to play with the kittens mewing at his feet.] Hello, my little ones. Have you been good for Tim?

[He smiles and stands up to offer Tim a hug.] I've missed them too, and you. How have you been?

[monsterhemademe]

As good as they ever are. [He laughs]

I've been all right, doing pretty well so far. Home is well I hope?

[whitechapelred]

I have presents for you, my little ones. [He unpacks a box and pulls out little collars with shining bells.]

Home was... [Jack frowns, deeply thoughtful.] Home is here for me now. I love London so much and it will always be a part of me but the longer I spend here, the more it becomes my home. I enjoy spending time there and I miss many of my friends but... I feel more and more like I belong here.

[birdonthewall]

"I... hope you were well... on your trip?"

[whitechapelred]

I had a lovely time, thank you Tim. But I admit I've missed this place. [He starts to pack things away, carefully not catching Tim's eye even though the bruises are long gone.] How are things with you?

[birdonthewall]

"I have been doing... better." He pauses awkwardly and looks down. "I. Don't remember... the last time that we met. But I wanted to apologise. I think I may have injured you? And for that I am truly sorry..."

[whitechapelred]

You won't in your right mind, Tim. Nothing that happened was your fault. And you didn't hurt me. [He doesn't mean to but he stresses you slightly too hard.]

[brokenwingbird]

[Now, how did you get into her hospital room?]

...Unless it's a couple un-broken bones or some really good pain-killers, I'm going to decline.

[whitechapelred]

I can't help with that but I have tea and sweet biscuit and books if you feel like reading?

[brokenwingbird]

[Steph nods slightly toward her right arm, which is in a cast.] Never did get the hang of holding a book with one hand. Gonna have to decline, I guess.

[whitechapelred]

I could read to you if you wish?