Rory paused as he came in through the door, thrown off by the enthusiastic greeting. He liked enthusiastic greetings, when they came with kisses or hugs, but when none of those proved forthcoming, he frowned very slightly and shut the door behind him.
"Er, fine. Good. You know, same kind of day I have every day." It was nice and quiet a lot of the time, what he had liked about Leadworth, but even back home there were patients and people. "Saw Walter in the lab today. That's always exciting," he said with a secretly fond grin. "How 'bout you?"
"Oh yeah. I bet that was." Amy smiled distractedly, having heard enough about Walter to have decided that she wanted to meet the older gentleman. He seemed like he would be good for a madcap sort of laugh or at the very least fascinating to watch. That could wait though. Definitely not the sort of thing that she had to go rush about to do.
Licking her lips, she tucked a bit of hair behind her ear as she shrugged. "Um. I've been...it was good, you know. Same old sort of thing. Rory, I've been meaning to tell you something, so I think I might just have to say it. It's not bad, at least I don't think it is, but maybe you'd want to sit down?"
He didn't have anything to put away. Living on the island, you didn't need a wallet or keys or a mobile. There wasn't even chapstick or gum. Maybe it was a strange thought, but all Rory wanted at that moment was something in his pockets to put away before he could sit down. Not to avoid the conversation, but to give him ten seconds to compose himself.
"Well if it's not bad," he said with a shaky, weak laugh meant to cut the light tension he felt. It did nothing of the sort, so he sat himself down obediently in a chair, his hands clasped loosely in front of him. "...What is it?"
Now this was the hard bit. She supposed that she could dance around the subject, ask him more questions about his day and generally deflect until it stopped mattering. Somehow she knew that after weeks of quietly fretting and attempting to pretend that nothing was bothering her, it was only going to get worse. Her fingernails likely couldn't handle much more.
"I'm not pregnant," she said, working hard to keep her face completely straight. It didn't last long, her forehead wrinkling in worry as she smiled lamely. "I mean, I thought I might be, but I'm not. I just thought you might want to know."
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"Er, fine. Good. You know, same kind of day I have every day." It was nice and quiet a lot of the time, what he had liked about Leadworth, but even back home there were patients and people. "Saw Walter in the lab today. That's always exciting," he said with a secretly fond grin. "How 'bout you?"
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Licking her lips, she tucked a bit of hair behind her ear as she shrugged. "Um. I've been...it was good, you know. Same old sort of thing. Rory, I've been meaning to tell you something, so I think I might just have to say it. It's not bad, at least I don't think it is, but maybe you'd want to sit down?"
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"Well if it's not bad," he said with a shaky, weak laugh meant to cut the light tension he felt. It did nothing of the sort, so he sat himself down obediently in a chair, his hands clasped loosely in front of him. "...What is it?"
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"I'm not pregnant," she said, working hard to keep her face completely straight. It didn't last long, her forehead wrinkling in worry as she smiled lamely. "I mean, I thought I might be, but I'm not. I just thought you might want to know."
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