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(Following this thread.)

[ The ice had been no weaker for their efforts breaking it up. Even though he'd been wearing long sleeves and gloves, the healers at the hospital declared him frostburnt all along his side as well as his hands and the raw patch on his face, and it took two people to treat it. One for the magic and another for the damage. And Connor obviously wasn't the only one out there when the pulse of magic declared it naptime, so getting out of the hospital took longer than he would have liked. It was almost two hours later that an overworked citizen nurse shooed him out, passing him a little jar of salve for the lingering soreness and shepherding another burnt Traveler in to take his place.

It wasn't often he was on the ground in Sigyn, and the amount of plant life there impressed him every time. On a whim, Connor wanders through a small public garden on the way back to Baldr and picks some flowers to bring home. And then he ducks into a bakery that looks like it still has a decent selection left, probably due to all of Asgard falling asleep at random intervals all day. And then it's just funny to get some duct tape and wrap a strip around the flowers to keep them together.

When he walks in the door of their apartment he's got a bag, a box, a tape-bound bouquet, and a sheepish expression. ]

Hey, Sophie.

[ Where is she? Connor closes the door and sets everything down but the flowers, raising his voice in case she's in the back. ]

There was a wait at the hospital. Sophie?

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[sophie is, in fact, in their room. when she realized that connor wasn't going to be coming home quickly, she'd decided to shower while the cut of rationed beef they'd been given continued simmering away in a slow cooker with some mushroom soup and balsamic vinegar. the rationing hadn't been as bad for them as for some; they were used to making do.

when she hears her name she comes out of the bedroom, finishing the braid in her still-wet hair. despite the fact that connor's t-shirts are lamentably and comically enormous on her, she continues wearing them anyway.

when she sees the duct-taped flowers, she bursts out laughing.]

How terribly romantic.

[ Connor smirks and holds out the bouquet, eyes raking over her as she walks forward. Sophie always looks ridiculous in his clothes and today is no different; his shirt hangs lopsided on her thanks to the collar slipping off of a narrow shoulder, making the hem drape diagonally from just below one hip to nearly the other knee. In something twice as wide as she needs she looks even tinier, deceptively young and delicate. It's impractical and ridiculous, and Connor loves it. ]

I try. Thought you'd appreciate this one.

Absolutely. I'll put them in some water.

[taking the flowers, she stands up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. the bouquet goes into a vase with the duct-tape still in place--she'll remove it later, but for now it's both hilarious and not hurting anything. somehow she manages to complete this entire process without connor's overlarge shirt ever riding up quite high enough to be indecent.]

It must've been busy at the hospital. Are you hungry?

[ He watches, almost hoping for some random draft to assist... oh, well. It's more fun if he tugs it up himself, anyway. While she puts the flowers in water he pulls off his jacket, flexing his freshly healed side. ]

Super busy. Pretty much everyone out there earlier landed on ice, and we needed two healers each. Something about the corrupted magic. [ Connor glances to the crockpot at the mention of food. He could always eat but he's not starving just yet and it can't possibly be done. And when he breathes in deeply to see if it smells done, all he can smell is disinfectant. He crinkles his nose. ] I smell like hospital. Maybe I should shower too.

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