Who: Lincoln Campbell and Daisy Johnson Where: Their apartment (initially) When: A week after Lincoln’s arrival What: Easing in to life Status: closed/incomplete Warnings: Swears, mush, possible char death-talk (will update if needed)
It still hurt inordinately to move much but given his condition when he’d arrived Lincoln was doing better than he’d anticipated. Honestly his health was the very least of his worries given everything that had been laid at Daisy’s feet. They’d spent the days that followed his arrival flitting from one extreme emotion to the next, which had been exhausting but necessary. Now they’d managed to come to a place close to peace, or so Lincoln hoped.
He’d apologised a lot for taking the decision to end Hive out of Daisy’s hands and, in the end, Lincoln felt she understood why he’d made his choice. It didn’t make it better but it did help to understand how each of them felt. Now, he hoped, they could move on.
As he was musing the door knocked and Daisy came in with a tray of breakfast. He shuffled himself up the pillows and propped himself as he smiled and made room for her to sit down. “If I didn’t feel like a total cripple right now I’d say I could get used to this kind of service,” Lincoln told her. “Did I ever tell you that I love your coffee?” especially when he could barely make it for himself. As for the smell of bacon coming off the plate, he was in heaven right now. “What have you got planned for the day other than making me as fat as you can before I’m fit and well?” he asked Daisy with a smile.