It's not much, really not enough, but it's something, as she sips at her water and tries not to imagine what that must have been like; coming home, finding his wife wounded and bleeding on the floor. The loco moco seems to have lost some of its appeal, and she pushes it around, briefly, gives it up for the moment, looking back up at Steve's continuation, with relief.
"Good." It is. Those things can be touch and go, but it's got to be a good sign if people wake up, right? Even if it's only briefly. "Chin must be so relieved. They only just got married, too, right?"
She remembers that. Hearing about Steve being best man, which was both sort of amusing and altogether sweet in a way that made her smile just to think about. How pleased he must have been, even if he didn't really see it for what it was: just another way the people around him care about him, want him in their lives.
It's a little strange, this new life of his. It comes with stability, and friends who have been around for over two years, now, and the kind of routine that's totally different from the sort aboard ship or on deployment. She'd never have figured civilian life would look so good on him, but she's got to say it's been a good fit, the Reserves and Five-0. Hawaii. Something she sees, now and again, in passing. Like getting postcards from the island, that don't exactly say wish you were here, but which welcome her every time.
It might not be such a bad thing to be in port for a while longer, maybe. Stay on land, near Steve, and this loyal little family he's built up around himself without even realizing it. "I'm sorry," she says, blinking as a realization of her own hits. "Did you want to go see them today? I didn't mean to interrupt anything."
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It's not much, really not enough, but it's something, as she sips at her water and tries not to imagine what that must have been like; coming home, finding his wife wounded and bleeding on the floor. The loco moco seems to have lost some of its appeal, and she pushes it around, briefly, gives it up for the moment, looking back up at Steve's continuation, with relief.
"Good." It is. Those things can be touch and go, but it's got to be a good sign if people wake up, right? Even if it's only briefly. "Chin must be so relieved. They only just got married, too, right?"
She remembers that. Hearing about Steve being best man, which was both sort of amusing and altogether sweet in a way that made her smile just to think about. How pleased he must have been, even if he didn't really see it for what it was: just another way the people around him care about him, want him in their lives.
It's a little strange, this new life of his. It comes with stability, and friends who have been around for over two years, now, and the kind of routine that's totally different from the sort aboard ship or on deployment. She'd never have figured civilian life would look so good on him, but she's got to say it's been a good fit, the Reserves and Five-0. Hawaii. Something she sees, now and again, in passing. Like getting postcards from the island, that don't exactly say wish you were here, but which welcome her every time.
It might not be such a bad thing to be in port for a while longer, maybe. Stay on land, near Steve, and this loyal little family he's built up around himself without even realizing it. "I'm sorry," she says, blinking as a realization of her own hits. "Did you want to go see them today? I didn't mean to interrupt anything."