Tonya paces around the kitchen, running a hand aimlessly over the surface of Donno's counter, staring out of the kitchen window as snow blows past. "No, no," she says softly into the phone. "Donno's asleep right now, but they say he'll be alright." She hesitates for a moment, looking over her shoulder towards the bedroom. "Ren, he'd appreciate a visit, yeah. Of course. I just wanted to reassure you he's doing ok. I wouldn't have brought him home if I thought otherwise."
She hesitates, straining to hear over the muffled sound of wind outside, the motor on the fridge next to her, and Ren's voice. "Hey, Ren, sorry to cut this short, but I think he's waking up so I'm gonna go check on him. I'll set up a video call for you two later, ok?"
Once she's safely gotten off of the phone, she sets it aside and heads into the bedroom, smiling when she sees him blinking sluggishly up at her. "I thought I heard you waking up," she says fondly, sitting next to him on the bed and patting the quilt down so she can rest a hand on his jaw. "How are you feeling?"
He grimaces and she makes a sympathetic noise. "Thirsty," he mumbles, and she nods, reaching over for the bottle of water she's taken to keeping by his bed for moments like these.
"Slow," she murmurs, helping him to sit up just enough to not choke as he sips. Once he pulls back, she puts the water down and reaches over to adjust the pillows. "Do you need anything? Pain meds?"
"Not right now," he sighs, closing his eyes and leaning back against the pillows.
Tonya nods quietly, smoothing her fingers over his cheek. "Do you want to go back to sleep? You should rest. I can come back later."
"No," he says, reaching out and curling his fingers around her wrist. "Stay?"
"Of course," she says softly. Trying to sound more cheerful, she continues talking as his fingers lightly trace over her wrist. "I was thinking about making some French toast for breakfast, if you're feeling hungry."
"With powdered sugar?" he wonders, finally opening his eyes and looking at her.
"If you want," she agrees. "Also, there's some berries in the fridge that I thought we could use as a topping."
He swallows, his gaze skittering around the room for a moment. "Yeah, I guess."
Tonya examines him, hating how sad and tired he looks. "What's wrong, Donno?"
He exhales and finally glances back at her. "I, uh. It's Valentine's Day, isn't it?"
Time, much less days, had become irrelevant when he'd fallen ill from an unexpected infection caused by the gunshot wound- she hadn't even known that was possible, this many months out-, and she blinks hard at the realization that it is indeed the holiday. "Oh," she says softly. "Yeah, it is." She cradles his hand in between hers and frowns. "Why, Donno?"
He winces and licks his lips, looking away from her. "I was planning on making a pie," he says quietly. "For us, for today. And something for dinner. Try to, uh, make it special. I'm sorry I ruined Valentine's Day."
Tonya shakes her head, her breath hitching as she takes in the pain in his gaze, how he can't quite meet her eye. The visible shame of his plans falling through on their first Valentine's Day making her feel choked up. "Don't even say that, Donno," she murmurs, squeezing his hand. "You didn't ruin Valentine's Day. You're home, and you're getting better, and that's all that matters to me. We can have a pie and... and a special meal some other time, alright? Nothing's ruined, just a little bit of a rain check."
He grimaces. "Yeah, alright." They sit quietly for a few moments, his eyes locked on her hand as she lightly massages his knuckles. "I, uh. I do have something for you," he says after a moment, glancing up. "It's in the closet. Second shelf. You'll probably need something to reach it, it's hidden in the back..."
Her face lights up. "Yeah?" She moves away. "Be right back," she promises when he makes a faint noise. After collecting a chair from the kitchen, she sets it in front of the closet, steps up on it and starts to root around boxes and other random things Donno stores up there. It's a true collection of some very odd things but she doesn't pay much attention, used to his eccentricities by now, until her fingers rest on something soft and fuzzy way in the back. "Donno?" she murmurs, pulling the item towards her.
Holding it close to her chest, she grips the back of the chair to step down safely and he watches closely as she approaches the bed, turning the light on so she can see better. "Oh, Donno," she sighs, brushing her fingers over the soft red fur of the teddy bear he'd hidden. "I love it. Thank you."
"I, I thought Gandalf could use a friend," he says sheepishly, glancing over at the white pony sitting serenely on the table next to the bed.
Tony chuckles a little, booping Donno on the nose with the teddy bear. "You're right. They look cute together," she says, placing the teddy bear next to Gandalf. "Needs a name though."
Donno's eyes flick from the teddy bear to her and back, trying to think of something good to suggest.
"I've got it!" Tonya says suddenly, surprising him. "Narya."
His lips part for a moment, gaze sharpening as he looks at the teddy bear. "Strong name," he finally says. "I like it."
She beams. "I do too." Standing back up, she tucks the quilt back up around him. "I'll be back in a few, gonna get started on that French toast. Alright?"
"Yeah," he says, watching her.
She hesitates for a moment, leaning over him, hands still fluttering around the quilt, trying to make sure he's warm and comfortable. "Donno?"
"Hmm?"
She searches his eyes for a few moments, pausing just inches away from his face. "Can I?"
Donno nods, watching her. "Yeah, 'course."
She smiles and cradles his face, kissing him. Their first kiss, although reminding him of the best parts of his first trip to Tim Horton's, was in the middle of some very traumatic circumstances, and she still feels guilty for how much confusion it had left him with while he was first recovering, so now she's more careful initiating these moments, trying to make her motivation behind each kiss clear.
He kisses back, still a little uncertain and inexperienced, but eager and with a pleased look in his eyes when she eases back.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Donno," she murmurs, brushing her thumbs against his lips, feeling as they twitch up into a small smile under her touch.