Jan 2
When we love our friends, we see their goodness and beauty, no matter what they look like, how old they are, or what they choose to wear.
"Ducky!" Abby squealed, running over to him and enveloping him in a massive hug. "I love it!"
"Love what, my dear?" Ducky inquired, somehow slithering out of her grasp.
"The suit! And the bow tie is just perfect. Where did you get it?" She watched as he smiled warmly at her.
He straightened the bow tie slightly as he replied. "Thank you, Abigail. Mother bought it for me. Quite what she was doing in that particular shop has eluded me, as I cannot imagine what a woman in her nineties would want with anything there."
Abby grinned. "It was a sex toy shop, wasn't it?"
"Quite," he grimaced.
Abby giggled in delight, clapping her hands together. "Every woman has needs, Ducky, even your mother in her old age, although I agree it is ever so slightly disturbing to think of her like that, not that I am thinking of her like that just because the thought is simply disgusting, not that I'm saying that your mother is disgusting because she isn't and she's a really nice person even when she is horribly confused, and I bet she's confused most of the time at home as well, although I'm sure she can find her way around; I wasn't thinking of that type of confused, because she really is a lovely person and –"
Ducky patted her on the arm. "I understand exactly what you are trying to say," he offered, cutting her off mid-rant.
The Goth beamed, and pulled him into another hug. Ducky always understood her, which was one of the things that made him so lovable.