Proud

Listening to Rosetta, Eric blinks. His mouth opens to respond, but then closes again. Had they not just spent the entire evening talking about Dana and how they'd met and where she was from? And Rosetta thought he didn't know much about her? Maybe two weeks wasn't all that long, but it felt like a lifetime to him, and he'd spent it almost twenty-four/seven with Dana.

Hie opens his mouth again, just to close it once more. Pull one over on him? Was Rosetta kidding? She had the nerve to imply that Dana was capable of something like that? His eyebrows lower as his eyes begin to narrow. Him taken for a fool?

Dropping his gaze, Eric leans forward in his seat and looks at the floor for a moment. For the third time, he starts to say something and then doesn't. His gut had twisted into an unfamiliar little knot, not used to feeling hurt by his sister.

Rising, he grabs his hat off the back of the couch and aims for the door, his walk slow and stiff as he favors his left leg. "Goodnight," he mentions quietly. "See you two tomorrow." Making his way into the dining area, he stops near the hall to wait for Dana.

Mick takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. There was so much he could say right now. But it didn't seem the time. He glances to his wife and lifts an eyebrow, shrugging lamely. "Couldn't agree more."


Justin sighs, but knows Beth is right. Even if he wanted to go clean up right now, his body was begging him to just stay put and not try to move yet.

Hearing she'd skipped on going to see Sarah yesterday, his eyes snap up to hers. "You... didn't go yesterday?" She'd stayed here? For him? Forfeited her daily routine to... to be here? A little grin shows up on his lips. "While undeserving, I'm proud of you, Beth... I know that couldn't have been easy for you."

Leaning his head back into the cushions again and giving up fighting how weary his body felt, he reaches for his tea once more. "Supper..." He looks up at her again, a decline on the tip of his tongue. He was on he upswing now, he'd be okay, his fever was gone, and though not functioning too well, he was out of danger. He really didn't need anything more. But something greater than need stuck up on him... he wanted her to stay.

"...sounds fantastic. I think by tonight I could handle something light if... you really don't mind."