Let&#x27;s waste time chasing cars

Athena couldn't help but roll her eyes, though the smile lingering on her face betrayed her. "Oh, don't get used to it," she teased. "You only got one laugh out of me. That's not exactly a winning average."

She gave his arm an affectionate pat before settling back into her chair, watching him take another sip of his juice. It was such a simple thing, but after everything that had happened, seeing a little color returning to his face was enough to ease the knot that had settled in her chest.

Her expression softened. "No," she agreed quietly. "It wouldn't have been easy. And it wouldn't have been quick."

"And that's exactly why you don't get to pretend you're fine just because you're awake and talking." A gentle smile tugged at her lips. "You gave a part of yourself so someone else could live. That's who you are, Bobby... and I love that about you."

Her thumb brushed across the back of his hand. "But even heroes have to sit still once in a while." She squeezed his hand gently. "So for today, you're going to drink your juice, let these doctors fuss over you, and let your wife worry just a little. Tomorrow can take care of itself."

#indie 911 rp #911 rp #911 roleplay

"Oh, I have made you laugh before though. It isn't like this was the only time." Bobby laughed. "I am not that bad that I can't get any laughs out of you." He would be worried if he had been married to her for years and not got many laughs from her.

Watching her settle back in the chair, he kept his eyes on her as he sipped the juice. She was right. That was him. He would do stuff like that to help someone else. And his job was to run into burning buildings to save others.

Bobby watched her thumb over his hand. "I sit still. Plenty of times." He told his wife. "And they don't have to fuss over me for long." Bobby added. Although after taking blood, he know he needed to. It was just Bobby liked to be up and about.

#tw: blood #blood tw

Is there any Owen Strand or Don Hart roleplayers on here?

Athena couldn't help but laugh as Bobby clapped his hands, the playful gesture earning him an affectionate shake of her head.

"Oh, hush," she teased, giving his hand another gentle squeeze. "You know good and well I wasn't talking to you like you were five."

Her expression softened. "I was reminding you of something I think all of us need to hear sometimes—including me. When the people we love are hurting, we have a bad habit of expecting them to bounce back faster than they can. There's nothing childish about needing time to heal."

His next words settled warmly in her chest.

"You would've gotten through it," she said quietly, her thumb brushing across the back of his hand. "Maybe not as easily, maybe not as quickly... but you would've." She smiled. "I'm just grateful I got to be here while you did."

Bobby couldn't help laugh when she laughed as he acted like this. "I know you didn't. But it sounded like it. And that did just make you laugh." He told her.

She was right about how we all needed to hear that sometimes. How they always expected people to bounce back fast than they can. He was probably the same.

"It wouldn't have been easy at all. Or quick." Bobby told her. He picked up the juice he had been given and he took a sip of it. It did feel good after that.

Athena's smile softened immediately. "No, I wouldn't." She shook her head. "I'm not teasing you because you're afraid of needles, Bobby. I'm teasing you because you're my husband. Those are two very different things."

She reached over, brushing her thumb lightly across the back of his hand. "Besides, you still rolled up your sleeve and did it anyway. Being brave doesn't mean you aren't scared. It means you do the hard thing even though you are."

At his comment about the cookie and juice, she laughed, the sound warm and affectionate. "Oh, sweetheart, everyone gets the cookie and juice." She tilted her head, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

"But if it makes you feel any better, I was absolutely going to tell everyone how brave you were." She paused just long enough to let him wonder if she was serious.

"Maybe I'll even see if they have one of those little stickers that says, 'I donated today.'" Her grin softened into a fond smile.

"I'm proud of you, Bobby. I know how much this scared you. But you did it anyway because someone you care about needed you." She gave his hand another gentle squeeze. "That's the kind of courage that matters."

Bobby realized she was right about when she said she was teasing him because he was her husband. He had teased her at times, so he knew what she meant.

And he did do it anyway. He always did it anyway, even if he hated what he had to go through to do it.

"I know everyone does. But you kind of did say it in a way that sounded like you were talking to a child." He pointed out. "Oh, can I?" He said, playing into the being like a child and clapping his hands as if he was excited.

When she said this and squeezed his hand, he squeezed it back. "I wouldn't have been able to do it as easily if you weren't here." He said.

Athena's expression softened immediately at the look he gave her. "Fair." She reached over and squeezed his hand again. "I suppose I can't judge too much. We all have our thing."

Needles just happened to be Bobby's. The fact that he still showed up and did it anyway mattered far more than how nervous he'd been about it.

A small smile tugged at her lips. "And for the record, I think you handled it pretty well." Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Even if I reserve the right to tease you about it later." Because she absolutely would.

Following his gaze, Athena noticed the smile that appeared when he mentioned Robyn. There was still concern there. Still worry. But it was different now. Hopeful. "She's going to be okay." The words were quiet but certain.

Athena knew how much Bobby cared about the people in his life. Robyn had become one of those people surprisingly fast. "Thanks to a lot of people who love her." She gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

"And thanks to one very stubborn man who faced his worst nightmare and survived." The teasing glimmer returned to her eyes. "Though I think the cookie and juice at the end probably helped."

"It isn't like it is an odd thing. There are many people out there that have the same phobia as I have." He said. Bobby heard what she said about having the right to tease him about it afterwards. Bobby gave her a look. "That is mean. Why tease me about something that I can't help? Would you tease anyone else when it comes to a phobia they have?" He asked.

Bobby nodded. "She will be." He said. It had been quite fast how Robyn had became someone who he cared about. Before he even knew that there was the possibility that he was her father.

When she mentioned the cookie and the juice, he raised an eyebrow. "You make it sound like I am a little kid who was so brave." He told her.

David and Jodie in Only Murders In The Building? As well as Meryl? AH!!

#xchxsingcxrsx: ooc

Athena glanced at his arm and laughed softly. "Yes, Bobby. It's done." She shook her head. "Most people spend the whole time staring at the needle."

"You spent it arguing with your wife." Her grin widened. "I think that's probably healthier." Reaching over, she gently squeezed his hand before nodding toward the technician. "Besides, look at that. You survived."

The teasing glint in her eyes made it clear she wasn't going to let him forget how apprehensive he'd been."I seem to recall somebody acting like this was going to be a much bigger ordeal than it actually was."

Athena leaned back. "And now it's over. Which means Robyn gets the blood she needs, you did a good thing, and I get to spend the rest of the day reminding you that I was right. Seems like a win-win situation to me."

#[athena]#tw: needle #needle tw #tw: needles #needles tw

"Well, you were here so you helped me get distracted." Bobby told her. "If you hadn't been here, well, I probably would have been on the floor by now."

"That probably is more healthier than worrying and then falling off the bed and onto the floor, probably hurting something." He said.

Looking at her, Bobby game her a look. "You try being terrified of needles. Then it does seem like a big ordeal." Bobby said. He was fine when it was someone else having it, but him, no.

When she mentioned Robyn, he nodded. "She will." He said, a smile appearing on his face as he thought of her. The shock, still there but not as obvious as it had been before.

Athena laughed and shook her head. "See? That's exactly what I'm talking about." She pointed at him. "Most people hear a question and immediately start handing out advice." A grin tugged at her lips.

"You hear a question and spend five minutes evaluating whether you're qualified to answer it." Her expression softened fondly. "That's why they asked you, Bobby."

At his insistence that she was overanalyzing his expressions, Athena let out a very skeptical hum. "Mm-hmm." The look she gave him made it clear she wasn't convinced.

"And every time I call you out, you immediately start explaining yourself. Which is exactly what you're doing right now." His attempt to blame her profession earned a laugh.

"Oh no, sweetheart, being a cop helps." She reached over and squeezed his hand. "But knowing you this well? That's got nothing to do with my badge." Her smile widened.

"That's what happens when you've spent years married to somebody. I know your tells." And judging by the amusement dancing in her eyes, she was very pleased with that fact.

Bobby opened his mouth to try and argue back to that. But it honestly was going to be her telling him thats the reason why and him trying to say it wasn't. And neither were going to back down. So...he was backing down.

"I am explaining myself because I feel like I need to." He laughed. Bobby shook his head when she said it helps.. "Being a cop helps a lot." He told her.

As he took in his surroundings again, he frowned and looked at his arm. "Is it done?" He asked. Clearly their conversation had distracted him from what had been happening.

Athena gave him a look. A very specific look. The kind that said she wasn't buying a single word of what he was trying to sell. "Bobby." She dragged his name out slowly.

"The fact that you just spent five minutes explaining why you weren't qualified to give dating advice is exactly why people asked you for dating advice."

Shaking her head, she laughed. "Most people would've just started handing out bad advice with complete confidence." Her grin widened. "You actually thought about whether you were qualified first."

At his insistence that he was merely grinning and not regrouping, Athena nearly snorted. "Uh-huh." She folded her arms. "And now you're explaining your grin." She paused.

"Which is something people only do when they're absolutely up to something." The amusement in her eyes softened into affection.

After all these years, she knew him too well. "Besides, if I'm overanalyzing your body language, whose fault is that?" She reached over and nudged his shoulder. "I've been married to a firefighter for years. Reading tiny clues is practically a survival skill."

Hearing her say his name slowly like this, he looked back at her. "Athena, that doesn't make any sense." He told her. "The fact I think about it first, yes, that does. But the fact I might not be qualified to give certain advice is why people ask for that advice, doesn't make sense at all."

"Stop over analyzing my expressions. I am not up to anything." He laughed.

"You overanalyzing my body language is not my fault. Its yours. Its nothing about being married to me. Its the fact you are the police and you do that as your job."

#[teddy altman]#I have no idea what the traumatic event was. I couldn't come up with a good one

" i've got you! " - teddy altman → meredith grey

Meredith had been working for hours now. She wasn't even sure how long at this point. She had been heading towards the attendings lounge. She had actually reacted the room. And then everything went dark. When she came around, she realized she hadn't hit the ground. She looked at who caught her. "What....what happened?"

#[teddy altman]

‘ 🛁 ‘ for my muse to help yours bathe due to an illness / injury / traumatic event (teddy altman → meredith grey)

Meredith had no idea how she ended up in this position. She had to deal with what had just happened at the hospital and now she couldn't even bathe herself. Before Derek would have helped, but she had lost him years ago. Cristina had left before that. Alex had gone. Nick wasn't in her life anymore. Now she had no idea.

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The Doctor’s eyebrows shot up. “Grumpy? I was efficient. There’s a difference.” He jabbed a finger in the Fourteenth’s direction. “You spend half your time apologising to chairs.”

"You are grumpy." The Doctor told him. "I remember being you. If anyone can tell you that, it is someone who has been you." He said. "What? I do not do that. I have never done that."

#[twelfth doctor]

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"Spaghetti bolognese," River replied, "and I promise it's edible this time."

Last time, there were a few mishaps that led the meal to be crunchy in a way that it might still exist somewhere in the universe after a few hundred years after it landed on some planet. Hopefully no one's pet found it!

But this time, after much consideration, she actually followed a proper recipe from a recipe book. Her dad would've been so proud of her.

"I hope so." The Doctor said. "Last time I was looking forward to it and you have no idea how hungry I was and when I couldn't eat it...I was so annoyed. Even if I tried not to show it at the time." She said. "So I do hope you have actually followed a recipe this time."

#[river song]

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"It's not everyday someone just wanders on to the headquarters of a secretive military organization. If you could just explain what happened, perhaps I could be of help. You wouldn't want any of the military fellows to get a hold of you. From there point of view they'll see you as an intruder."

Sky looked at him and then realized she had seen photo or two around. It dawned on her. She wasn't sure if she should answer his question first, or ask her question. She went with her question. "What year is this?" Sky asked him.

#[third doctor]

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Osgood was certainly the most punctual out of everyone who worked under Kate Lethbridge-Stewart's command. UNIT functioned like a well oiled grandfather clock. Each person had a role, had a purpose, and a set of skills that could be utilized for the greater good. When one gear got stuck, the whole clock felt the delay.