On Your Doorstep

[onlycareaboutshipping]

On Your Doorstep

They ended up on your doorstep, quite literally. Bloody, possibly. Bruised, most definitely, though the wounds may be mental. You probably don't know them from Adam, yet you couldn't find it in you to turn them away - whether they wanted you to or not. So you opened up your home, just for a little while.

But it's getting to be more than a little while. Both of you are finding a comfort zone, because you didn't simply open up your home. Admit it or don't, but you've opened up your heart all the same.

Their's is slowly following, if its reluctant at all.

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[welldressedevil]

[Malcolm manages a glare.]

You know what I mean Doctor. Did you add anything interesting to this?

[not_a_hero10]

No, I didn't. No need to glare all mean like. I just made you a simple british breakfast.

[welldressedevil]

[Malcolm chuckles.]

I haven't had a full English in years. At least not one my wife knew about at any rate.

[not_a_hero10]

Well this isn't a full English by any stretch, just a little one for two.

[welldressedevil]

I could make a little English joke but I won't.

[not_a_hero10]

Perhaps it's best if you didn't. [grins and sits to join him for breakfast.]

[welldressedevil]

Aw darn ruin all my fun why don't you.

[Malcolm digs into his food with a smile.]

[not_a_hero10]

As if that were something I could do. [grins]

[welldressedevil]

You know me Doctor. I like my fun however I can get it.

[not_a_hero10]

[grins knowingly]

[welldressedevil]

[Perfect place to close this one I think.]