In that last sense, Daryl was lucky he was alone. He'd hidden himself in the nearest restroom where he could sit on the toilet and press his head into his hands. His fingers curling into his hair and tugging at it. Pulling just hard enough to give him a little pain. Something else to focus on while he forced himself to breath in and out in slow breaths. It was like getting through a panic attack. He hadn't had one of those in a long time, but it was hard to forget them.
He barely got the impression of apology through the connection before it cut off. Not even a reassurance that he'd find her soon. Immediately he regretted that he hadn't sent that instead. Telling her sorry had seemed more important at the time. So that she knew, she knew he wasn't rejecting her. But maybe telling her he'd be there when he could would have been better.
It took another minute of breathing to clear his head and get control of himself back enough to stand up and leave the stall. He still had work to get through. And so did she. If this was something they ever had to do again - outside of practice - they needed to be able to get back up and work on their own without delay. Worse came to worse, there wouldn't be time to hesitate.
He'd find her later. He'd find her at home.
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Daryl got home late. Not on purpose but because he'd decided to make a stop after work. One that took him to De Chima for a talk with the only other people he knew had drifted together as continuously as he and Mako.
He was slow entering the house. Hesitated with his hand on the doorknob, wondering if Mako would be right behind it, sitting on the stairs waiting for him, or further in, in their bedroom, sitting cross-legged on the bed with a cup of tea in her hand to help keep her calm and centered.
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He barely got the impression of apology through the connection before it cut off. Not even a reassurance that he'd find her soon. Immediately he regretted that he hadn't sent that instead. Telling her sorry had seemed more important at the time. So that she knew, she knew he wasn't rejecting her. But maybe telling her he'd be there when he could would have been better.
It took another minute of breathing to clear his head and get control of himself back enough to stand up and leave the stall. He still had work to get through. And so did she. If this was something they ever had to do again - outside of practice - they needed to be able to get back up and work on their own without delay. Worse came to worse, there wouldn't be time to hesitate.
He'd find her later. He'd find her at home.
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Daryl got home late. Not on purpose but because he'd decided to make a stop after work. One that took him to De Chima for a talk with the only other people he knew had drifted together as continuously as he and Mako.
He was slow entering the house. Hesitated with his hand on the doorknob, wondering if Mako would be right behind it, sitting on the stairs waiting for him, or further in, in their bedroom, sitting cross-legged on the bed with a cup of tea in her hand to help keep her calm and centered.