June 7
Old wine and an old friend are good provisions. – George Herbert, Jacula Prudentum
Ducky smiled as he took another sip of his wine. It wasn't their usual tipple, but another medical examiner had given it to him and he was loath to waste it.
And anyway, it was very nice. He was tempted to buy some more of it when this bottle was finished. It would go very nicely with his carbonara.
He looked across at the other person in the room. Jethro was sipping his wine, looking a little confused. Ducky guessed that he was too used to bourbon to enjoy the full flavor of the wine. But he was still enjoying it in his own way and he wasn't complaining.
The silence between them was comfortable. Ducky had decided earlier that Jethro had been working too hard lately, and had practically forced him to come back for a decent homecooked meal. The other man had dragged his feet, but seemed to enjoy the meal and had insisted on washing up. Now they were settled in the living room, staring into the crackling fire.
He could not think of anyone else he would prefer to spend an evening with. Jethro did not believe in filling every available moment with nonsensical chatter. If they wanted to discuss something, they would. The rest of the time they would relax in the other's company.
The faint snores of his mother could be heard through the walls. It made him smile softly.
After a while, Jethro stood up. "Thanks," he offered.
Ducky walked him to the door. "I must get another bottle of that wine," he decided.
