It's fun because you can see what days I had fun with and what days I struggled with and what days are half-and-half.
Day three: Patching Each Other Up
"It's just a small burn."
"I don't care how small it is- just come over here so I can fix it!" No one moved. "Now, Saguru."
Saguru grumbled as he sat down at one of the counter chairs. "I told you it wasn't that bad; I could easily do it myself."
"I have no doubt of that," Taylor said. "It's just a hell of a lot easier when you have somebody to help you. Here- hold it under the water and I'll be right back."
He grudgingly did as told, glaring at the tap and the water and finally at what caused the mess in the first place. A teapot lay on the ground, a pool of water surrounding it on the floor. A crack was evident on the surface- he had to get a new one now.
"Was it just your arm?" She asked, coming back as quick as she said she would have.
"Some got on my shirt, but I got it off quick enough for it not to burn me." She nodded and swallowed the lump in her throat.
"I... I take full responsibility for what happened." She said, watching the water hit his arm.
"I already forgave you so you don't need to worry about it." Saguru said easily, not really mad about it in the first place. She rested her arms on the counter and her head on her arms.
"Obviously I will, since you got hurt." Taylor grumbled out.
Saguru was making tea and was pouring the water into his cup when Taylor banged the back door open and scared him, making his arm jerk and get hit by the almost boiled water. Taylor, feeling bad about what had happened, had taken it upon herself to patch up his arm.
"It feels better now, if that makes you feel better." She took his arm out of the cool water and started to bandage it. "Tell me why you were rushing back inside."
"I got excited because I wanted to show you the squirrel that always taunts Duke." She murmured.
"Is that why he was barking?" Saguru asked, his voice soft to try and calm her down.
"It's one of the many reasons why," Her voice was quiet. "He's always barking and taunting Wilson for one reason or another."
They sat there in silence as Taylor finished. "See?" Saguru smiled at her. "Not as big of a deal as you made it out to be."
"Right," Taylor said, her chest tight. He stared at her before putting his hand on her leg. She looked up to meet his gaze.
"It's okay, Taylor." He reassured her. "I've been burned before."
"I still feel bad about it." She said. Saguru tightened his hold before leaning forward and kissing her softly. Her eyes fluttered closed as she returned the kiss.
"Don't feel bad," He said, leaning back after a moment. "It's nothing too severe, okay?"
"Okay," She repeated. He cupped her cheek and she leaned into it, placing her hand on his. "This is sad- here you are comforting me when you're the one that got hurt."
"Maybe so, but if you need to be comforted then you need to be comforted, nothing wrong with that." He assured her. "Do you want to play a game?"
"I would rather watch House," She paused. "Well, Castle, but you don't like that show and I'm considering your feelings because you're hurt."
"I appreciate that." He said. He stood up and offered her a hand. "Come on. I would offer to make some tea but it seems that I can't do that anymore." Both of them looked at the cracked tea pot again and she sighed, taking his hand.
"Go and get it set up, I'll clean this up." He nodded and walked out the room and she eyed the pot. At least now she didn't need to figure out what to get him for Christmas.
I've decided that Saguru is the kind of guy that would be stubborn about any sort of injuries that he would have and would have low tolerance towards detective TV shows because of how long they would take to solve the case (just enjoy the drama, man).
There was actually a squirrel at my old house that would pester my dog a lot, hanging on a branch just out of reach for her to get. We would laugh and laugh and laugh... good times.