Who: John and Helen Dawlish What: Family bonding - food, movie, heavy drinking Where: Several places. When: Thursday, March 8th Rating | Warnings: I mean, Helen is going to curse a lot. And probably talk about killing people. And then there's going to be some drug use.
Helen really wasn't feeling particularly social at this point. Anyone who knew her in the slightest had pretty much figured out that fact as of late. Her short temper and bitchy attitude had grown tenfold since Adam had been dragged off to Tinworth for a month long torture fest, and was only amplified by the fact she couldn't bloody do anything about it right now. And while she knew Adam was strong, and could handle it, she also knew things that he didn't want to admit. She knew his body couldn't handle what it was being put through. Even before he had been taken away, his leg was a few months away from finally giving out on him, and the rest of his old injuries would only flare up when put through the ringer. Yes, he was calm, and he was strong, but he wasn't invincible, and that's perhaps what worried her most. She needed him more than he really understood, and couldn't live with the thought of him suffering day in and day out. And what was even worse, is she had no idea when they would get tired of him and his non-answers, and get rid of him once and for all.
Maybe that's why John had reached out to her. To try and get her mind off of things. She appreciated the attempt, and didn't have the heart to tell him no, but truly felt as though it was all a moot point. She just couldn't possibly feel better right now, no matter if they were doing her favorite things or not. But she also loved her Uncle, and she wasn't about to let him down and rain on his parade just because she couldn't manage to pull herself out of a funk for a few bloody hours. She owed him that much, at least.
So getting dressed in clothes that actually weren't work clothes or a workout attire for the first time in weeks, she made her way down the block to his house, not bothering to knock as she let herself in. She figured John knew she was on her way, so he wouldn't be caught with his pants down or something.
"Oi, I'm here. And I came hungry, as requested, for this little venture," she called out, moving into the kitchen and considering taking a beer for the road...