BRENT TAYLOR'S APARTMENT
"Well, well, well,"
Brent says as
he holds open the door. "Look what we have here."
"That disgusted to see me, huh?"
Molly
smiles broadly as she comes into the apartment.
"You got me." Brent closes the door
and locks it -- taking extra care with his lightly bandaged hands. Her
first instinct is to step forward and do it for him, but she knows he wouldn't
want that at all.
Brent turns around and folds his
arms in front of him, and for a moment silence sweeps by them. "You look
great," he says finally. "You, uh, go on a shopping spree? This looks like
a new ensemble you've got going there."
"But of course." Arms held out to
the side, she does a turn to show off the new acquisitions. "C'mon, winter's
coming. I've gotta keep up, right?"
"Well, yeah," Brent says. "I know
I
wouldn't want to be caught dead in something from last season." A look
of mock horror seizes his face. "Can you imagine?"
"Shut up," she says with a laugh.
The silence revists them briefly as the tone shifts. "You look pretty good
yourself."
He holds up his hands as a sort of
protest. "The gauze look is back in this winter?"
"You know what I mean. You look healthier.
Having to have your hands bandaged isn't that bad, is it?"
"Considering that I could be dead,
no. But ... what a pain in the ass. I really don't like having to be super-careful
with everything I do."
"Is there still stuff you need help
with? Just because Danielle
went home doesn't mean you need to be Superman."
"I'm not being Superman," he replies
curtly. "I just want to be able to do normal things without having to worry
about them."
She considers what she is going to
say for a long moment before actually letting it out. "What you need is
a distraction. We need to think of a way to cheer you up."
"Having you here will do the trick,
I'm pretty sure," he smirks. Their gazes latch onto one another and hang
there, and Molly is sure that she feels that long-absent but always-remembered
buzz of electricity shooting through the air.
"It would've be nice to see you a
little more the last few weeks," she says abruptly. "But seeing as how
I was banned from visiting you in the hospital ..."
"Yeah, what a freaking stunt that
was. Just thinking about it absolutely sends me through the roof." And
he's speaking the truth -- already his cheeks are growing redder.
"At least she
didn't get away with
it for too long. You woke up at quite the opportune time."
"Yeah, chalk one up for good luck."
A temporary smile flashes across Brent's face. It fades as quickly as it
came and his demeanor becomes much more serious. "Listen, there's something
going on, and I want you to hear about it first."
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