"Uh...yeah." Gunner nodded to Bree. "Yeah, everything's okay. Just, um...yeah." He brushed her cheek with his hand while hoping his eyes didn't betray him like they sometimes did. He forced a smile and winked at her. "With you around, how could things not be okay?"
Opting to avoid any questions about his day, he turned to JT, wandering over to the stove. "Burned anything yet?"
JT glanced over at him and smirked. "No, but if you keep hovering, I might."
"Hear that?" Gunner looked back to Bree. "I can hover. I must be part hummingbird."
"More like part buzzard," JT retorted.
Gunner's eyes widened. "I'll have you know, I've never eaten rotting roadkill."
The banter continued - as it usually did between the two men - until supper was finally ready. As the three sat around the kitchen table, much of the conversation revolved around JT's hectic morning at the hospital and how fed up he was with the system.
"...so I don't know. I want to make a change, but I don't know what. Amanda and I hardly have any time to see each other, and it's like our work is just constantly getting in the way." JT shrugged lamely before he took another bite of spaghetti. "I mean, I'm not sure how far to push the limits, ya know?"
When there wasn't a response, JT glanced to his side. Gunner had eaten a little, but not much, and was twirling his fork through his spaghetti, but never picking it up. With downcast eyes and elbows leaning on the table, it looked as though he were a million miles away.
"Was I that boring?" JT nudged Gunner's leg under the table. "Earth to Gunner."
"Huh?" Gunner looked up quickly before he realized he had totally spaced off the conversation. Even worse, it was very much out of character. He forced a silly grin though. "Sorry. What were you saying?"
JT chuckled and shook his head. "Never mind." He did glance at Bree though, to shrug. Something definitely felt off tonight with Gunner, but what the problem was, he hadn't a clue.
Chad's reaction sent heat into Rosalyn's cheeks, although deep down, she cherished his compliments. Just like everything else tonight, it was something she was not used to. His kiss was soft and warm, and also something she cherished.
At Chad's question, her eyes found the floor again, though there was a hint of a smile on her lips. It was all so overwhelming. Everything he was doing. Everything that was planned, just for her. After the kind of day she'd had, it felt so unreal.
Tears filled her eyes and she shook her head before closing the gap between her and Chad. Nuzzling into his chest, all she wanted was to soak up any comfort she could find. He'd stolen her heart, and no matter how hard she tried to take it back, she just couldn't succeed.
"I just want a hug," she answered quietly. "And maybe to run away and never come back." She knew that part wasn't possible, but it was a nice thought.
Sighing, she finally lifted her gaze, although remained close. "All those things sound wonderful as long as they're with you. I can't think of anything else I'd rather do tonight." It took some doing, but she mustered up a smile. No matter how crappy her day had been, she couldn't let it ruin her evening.
