Molly fussed and tended and pretty much made it so he didn't move a muscle. Some might call it overcompensating. Charles would just call it outright mollycoddling.
"Go easy. You seem unsteady" she placed a hand protectively on his lower back as they made their way into the front door. A much welcomed sight for both of them.
"I'm fine. Have your ever tried walking on one of these fucking things and not limping or waddling?" He snapped.
He was frustrated with her. Frustrated because he knew something was going on in her head. Frustrated because she treated him like an invalid 95% of the time and the was distant for the rest. Away in her own world where unbeknownst to him she was reliving the self inflicted horror of almost sleeping with Bones.
"Can I get you anything?" She said eagerly as she helped him out of his prosthetic "Can we just sit together without you fussing? I've missed you"
He pulled her into his "Missed you so bloody much" he whispered, nuzzling into her neck. She pulled from his grip, busying herself.
"Let me just tidy up. Can see you didn't manage whilst I was away"
She cringed at her words, not even daring to look at the hurt expression which fell across the handsome face which moments ago was smiling.
"I managed fine. Just chose not too"
"I want you to sit down and tell me what's going on with you. One minute your caring and attentive, the next minute you're cold... shutting me out and making shitty comments. What gives Molly?"
She held her breathe "I'm sorry. I'm just tired. It's been a full on few weeks what with the tour and then coming home to you in hospital. I just need to get my nut around normal. I'm fine I promise"
He watched her cringe at the lie. It saddened him to think that whatever it was she was hiding, she felt like she couldn't share it with him. What could be so bad?
He no longer felt like she saw him as her equal. More like some delicate man child who needed constant care although this was not the case. Yes he struggled physically at times, he certainly struggled mentally and was in pain a lot of the time. He was still learning new ways to do things and hitting new walls and finding new limitations daily but he was also finding different ways to tackle those obstacles and putting in the work with rehab now he was on the mend and he was getting there. Slowly but surely. He wasn't the invalid she treated him as and he knew her well enough to know it was a direct result of something else. Something she was keeping hidden when they had vowed never to ever hide things from each other again.
But he knew stubborn Molly. And he knew he would have to wait until she was ready to share.
-OG-
"Zip me up please"
She saw the fire in his eyes as he ran his finger down her spine before kissing her shoulder and finally zipping up her dress. His favourite black dress which drove him wild and hugged her in all the right places. She smirked at him through the mirror, his handsome face still gave her butterflies.
"Keep looking at me like that Dawesey and I don't think we'll be going anywhere"
She spun round to face him "What, you're coming?"
He sniggered a laugh "Yes. They are after all my former section. And I thought it only right I buy them all a Christmas drink. And show off the hardware, I know they are dying to see it"
It was his first time facing any of his former army mates socially and he was nervous. Bricking it in fact.
"I think you should rest Charles. You've been so ill"
