"Right, and the hospital," he says, and she's finishing his sentences, but it doesn't feel right, somehow. Mostly because it's one he should have been able to finish himself.
He's noticed, over the past few months, that he's improved. He can actually make his bad hand cooperate more often than not, and it's easier to find the right word when he needs it. Except right now. It's like most of the words have gone, and he's stuck as he was right after she left. Only now, there's just the one Simmons, the one he's not completely certain he knows anymore.
She looks different. It's not the bruises, it's... it's something else, he supposes. Or maybe it's just because it's been so bloody long since he's seen her at all that has him thinking it. Either way, he finds himself staring, and clears his throat a bit awkwardly as he looks away.
Simmons has grabbed the last washer, and he glances in that direction when she mentions it.
"I'm sure one of the others will... um... before then."
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He's noticed, over the past few months, that he's improved. He can actually make his bad hand cooperate more often than not, and it's easier to find the right word when he needs it. Except right now. It's like most of the words have gone, and he's stuck as he was right after she left. Only now, there's just the one Simmons, the one he's not completely certain he knows anymore.
She looks different. It's not the bruises, it's... it's something else, he supposes. Or maybe it's just because it's been so bloody long since he's seen her at all that has him thinking it. Either way, he finds himself staring, and clears his throat a bit awkwardly as he looks away.
Simmons has grabbed the last washer, and he glances in that direction when she mentions it.
"I'm sure one of the others will... um... before then."