After the momentary chaos and brief hospitalization that was his so-called Christmas celebration (he was still regretting attending any Christmas event at all) Dory was eager to have a quiet night at home. He had no desire to tempt fate with another angst filled run in; Merlin forbid he crash into some fireworks and require a mediwitch's assistance again. No, his shoulder, ribs and leg were still growing accustomed to the freshly grown skin. Dory could do without a rowdy festive evening.
Which worked out perfectly considering Winnie's suggestion of a quiet night in. They were decidedly trying to do better, but better admist all the holidays still saw them spending more time apart than together. Dory was afraid of overwhelming her with too much too soon as the ring had most certainly frightened her, so he couldn't comment much on the subject either. Slow and steady, that was how they had to play this game.
The fire turned green to signal her arrival, causing Dory to snap his book shut and discard it on the side table. "Evening, love. Don't you look beautiful tonight," he greeted with an easy smile.
Which worked out perfectly considering Winnie's suggestion of a quiet night in. They were decidedly trying to do better, but better admist all the holidays still saw them spending more time apart than together. Dory was afraid of overwhelming her with too much too soon as the ring had most certainly frightened her, so he couldn't comment much on the subject either. Slow and steady, that was how they had to play this game.
The fire turned green to signal her arrival, causing Dory to snap his book shut and discard it on the side table. "Evening, love. Don't you look beautiful tonight," he greeted with an easy smile.