Chenford + “Did you get my note?” / “Of course I got it. You taped it to my forehead while I was sleeping.”
“Did you get my note?” Lucy’s voice is frantic through the crackling phone line, her movements audible and near-constant as Tim holds the crumpled up neon purple post-it in his hand. Her scrawl is even frenzied, the loop of her L rushing off the corner of the tiny square of paper.
Call me when you wake up!
PS – don't even think about touching my leftovers. ♡ L
He scans over at again, rubbing his eyes as he listens to her sharp breathing, something dragging along the ground as she walks. "Yeah," he manages, his voice thick with sleep. "Of course I got it. You taped it to my forehead while I was sleeping."
"It's a post-it, Tim," she says, matter of fact. "It doesn't need to be taped."
Tim laughs, rolling his eyes. "What are you doing right now?"
"Unimportant," she breathes into the phone, then pauses. "Hold on one second, I need to put you down."
He nods, knowing she won't wait for his answer to drop the phone on the nearest surface. Instead, he sets the post-it note down on his nightstand and presses it flat with his palm, then gets up out of bed and puts the phone on speaker. He's sore, but that's nothing new these days. Metro puts a strain on his body that Patrol never has, but the ache in his muscles is well worth it. Even through the pain, he stretches his arms over his head and rolls out his shoulders, then quickly makes the bed while Lucy clunks something loudly through the phone line.
Tim's putting toothpaste on his toothbrush when Lucy returns to the phone, a little more breathless than before. "Are you brushing your teeth?"
"Almost," he chuckles, running the brush under the faucet and then turning off the tap. He glances at himself in the mirror, wincing at the bruise he's got on his shoulder – he'd taken a suspect down yesterday at the wrong angle, and he figured he would be paying for it, but it looks shittier than he imagined it would. "You alright?"
"Yeah," she laughs, and suddenly the noise dissipates. "How'd you sleep? You were tossing and turning all over the place when I was getting ready."
Tim hums, taking a slow breath and letting her voice – now calmer – wash over him for a moment. Some of the tension in his back loosens and he shrugs his good shoulder, tapping his toothbrush lightly on the edge of the sink. "Alright. I woke up a handful of times because I kept hitting my shoulder, but otherwise, can't complain. You're a good bedfellow."
"I'm sorry," Lucy snorts, and he grins at the sound of her laughter. "Did you just call me a bedfellow?"
"You're not here to do anything about it," he chuckles, then glances down at his wet toothbrush, frowning. "So, you going to tell me what you're up to so I can brush my teeth?"
"You know what? Go ahead," she sounds smug and he doesn't bother questioning it, just gets to work brushing, knowing she'll continue on. "It's probably better if you don't have the ability to argue."
"But you love it when I argue with you," he says, his mouth full.
"Gross," Lucy hums, and he can hear the smile on her face. "I'm at my storage unit, right now."
He furrows his brow at himself in the mirror. "Huh?"
"My storage unit. You know, where you-," Tim grumbles, cutting her off, and Lucy laughs again, this time sweeter. "You looked like you were in pain when I woke up, and you flinched away when I brushed my hand over your shoulder...so I figured you could use some help."
He spits into the sink, ignoring the fact that he has toothpaste on the corners of his mouth. "So you're going through, what – your old psychology notes? Boxes of stuff from your parents house?" He barks out a low laugh, shaking his head. "I hate to break it to you, Lucy, but we can't exactly analyze a bruise."
"Ha ha," Lucy deadpans, and he hears her moving again as he puts the toothbrush back into his mouth. "I was looking to see if I kept any of my stuff from the massage therapy class I took." He nearly chokes. Lucy snorts into the phone. "Can you not hurt yourself, please? I don't want this trip to have been for nothing." Tim hums in response and he likes that he can tell she's smiling. "I found the portable table, but I might've gotten rid of some of the oils I had – so we're one for two."
"Oils?" The word comes out garbled, but it's close enough.
"Oils and balms and lotions," she mumbles, then laughs softly into his ear, "oh my."
"Cute," he chuckles, then puts the phone on mute as he spits into the sink again and rinses his mouth out with water from the tap. "Let me get this straight – you hopped up out of bed and went directly to your storage unit to get a massage table for me?"
"Now he's getting the picture," she breathes, and he feels his chest tighten. "We're both off today – I want you in better shape than you're in right now."
"Oh, yeah?" Tim leans back agains the doorframe, crossing his arms over his bare chest as he glances down at the phone on the countertop. "For what?"
Lucy hums softly and he swallows, nodding. "I can't just want my boyfriend to be pain-free?"
He chuckles, reaching up and scratching at the back of his neck, unable to contain his smile at her words. "You know what? For that, I won't eat your leftovers."
Lucy scoffs into the phone and Tim grabs it up off the counter, making his way back into the bedroom to try and figure out where, exactly, they're putting a massage table.
Hey. ☺️ Would it be possible to get a parallel between Tim’s smirk as he’s walking away from Lucy in 1x02, after Lucy calls him a pain in her ass (“With all due respect, sir, you're a pain in my ass”) and Lucy’s smirk as she’s walking away from Tim in the garage in 4x10 after they talk about Ashley (“If you like this girl, you should listen to her”)?
Hope this makes sense! 💛
Of course! Great catch, the shots are super similar. (Also, look at that relationship growth!!!)
Mood board for either Lenny or Imogene from The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel? 💝
"You know I like you, and normally I would do everything in my power to make you feel better. However, tonight I am feeling very sorry for myself, so all of my sympathy is reserved for me."
instances of a character/actor originally being meant to not last super long in a show but the writers liking them so much that they kept coming back or stayed (aaron paul on breaking bad for example, etc) has definitely happened before but i do think this case is special in that he’s playing a real life person in a show where everyone is fictional or like a fictional version of someone. they clearly originally wanted to reference a real life comedian on the show that was big at that time so they did lenny bruce and they probably thought “oh this will be a nice little reference/cameo” and that’s that and then that clearly changed! i truly think if they had the choice to do it again, they would have just cast luke kirby as a fictional character INSPIRED by lenny bruce instead cause now because of luke’s performance and chemistry with rachel they’re out here re-writing real life history just for him haha
