Carson Beckett (firstdonoharm) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2021-04-18 21:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, carson beckett (firstdonoharm), ~2021 april, ~~teyla emmagan (steelflower) |
Who: Carson Beckett and Teyla Emmagan
What: She's checking up on him
When: Sunday evening
Where: Carson's place
Warnings: TBA
Status: Closed/On-going
Carson had never thought he'd be grateful for the town making everyone's things disappear when they were good and gone, but he was. It saved him -- and Jill -- having to pack everything up. Oh, there were still some of her things left -- some of her books, a necklace he'd given her, a couple articles of clothing -- but it was more like the place wanted to make sure he had something to remember Lissa by.
He'd be grateful for that later.
He'd spent most of his time since Lissa's return home at the clinic, working as much as he could. Doing that was easier than being at home, than thinking, than worrying. Easier than everything. He'd finally been chased out of the clinic, though, chased out and told not to come back for two days. And as much as Carson wanted to argue with it, he couldn't. Rationally, he knew he needed the down time. Rationally, he knew that he couldn't ignore everything forever. He'd damn well tried, though. Scorpius wouldn't let him -- and that was a whole other set of issues Carson wasn't entirely ready to face -- and he was honestly surprised that nobody had set Vala on him yet.
The doorbell rang, pulling his attention away from his thoughts. He made his way to the door and answered it, giving Teyla a slight smile. "Well, at least your fussing will be less invasive than anybody else's," he said, taking a step back to let his friend in. She was minus Torren, which meant this wouldn't go too badly. He could hope.