Subtle Distractions | RP with pullmysteth

[doctortara]

Tara walked slowly beside Riley in the supermarket, looking at him out of the corner of her eye now and again. His injured hand was in a sling so he didn't accidentally bump it and under the bandages it was lathered in a strong antiseptic cream to keep out any unwanted infections. He definitely wasn't in the same boat as her husband's shopping persona. By now, Lachlan would've had no less than twenty incorrect items in the trolley, partaken in at least three episodes of speeding up and jumping on the back of the trolley for a ride, challenged her to approximately four races up the aisle and pouted about fifteen times when she said no to certain grocery items.

Riley, on the other hand, was quiet, subdued and had barely said anything to her beyond polite answers to her questions. She'd ganged up with Beth to get him out of the apartment. He eventually agreed to help her with the shopping because Lachlan was laid up with the flu, though Tara knew his mind was anywhere but in that supermarket.

She took a small breath and then waved her hand gently back and forth in front of his face. "Earth to Riley," he said with a smile. "It's a miracle you haven't run into anything."

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[pullmysteth.livejournal.com]

Riley blinked and turned to look at her with a slight laugh. "Hey, I have pretty good trolley coordination, you know." He gave her an apologetic look. "I'm sorry. I know I'm not much company. I don't quite have the same knack at making tins of dog food have a puppet-like conversation like Lachlan does."

[doctortara.livejournal.com]

Tara laughed. "That's my boy," he said fondly. "He has zero shopping attention span. You're like a breath of fresh air."

She put her hand up and ruffled his hair a little. "Do you want to go home? I can take you home, love. I don't want to force you into anything. I just thought a wee stretching of your legs and some fresh air would do you the world of good."

[pullmysteth.livejournal.com]

Riley shook his head. "No, I'm okay. Just got lost in my thoughts. You're right, fresh air is good. Did you need a hand with anything?" He held up his slinged arm. "And I literally only have one to offer. How are you feeling? How's Wee Campbell treating you?"

[doctortara.livejournal.com]

"Wee Campbell," Tara sniggered and bumped his good arm softly with her shoulder. "That's a bit of an oxymoron." She rubbed her flat belly. "About the size of an M&M and giving me just as much hell as his or her daddy. This morning was interesting. Every time I heard, saw, or smelt Lachie being sick, I'd go right out in sympathy within twenty seconds."

[pullmysteth.livejournal.com]

Riley's eyebrows shot up and he looked at her with a wince. "How did you get through that?"

[doctortara.livejournal.com]

"You know that little thing they call 'For better or for worse'? Well, this was definitely one those times that fell onto the latter side of the fence. The poor thing was feeling miserable and had to completely see to himself because I was useless. But I made sure he was tucked up in bed before I left him with Pat for the afternoon. I had to do our shopping because we were out of just about everything and I had an appointment with my doctor just before I picked you up," Tara explained.