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“Maybe I did?” Archer hummed. “I can’t remember and I guess I never put them out. They might be in a box somewhere in the bedroom.” he groaned and rubbed his face.

Michael’s question made him think. Deeper than he had in a while. He took a deep breath and slowly released it, eyes rolling up to the dark sky. “Well… I keep forgetting things.” He waved his hand as the boots were an example. “It’s like when I think ‘I’ll get that from home’ sometimes I still envision the apartment, and sometimes I envision this house. And then I have to back track to if I even HAVE that thing after the fire-” He groaned and waved his hand without rolling it out of Michael’s.

“The… nightmares are better. I mean there was one a few nights ago that woke me up with a start but it wasn’t terrible enough I couldn’t go back to sleep. I didn’t even need to wake you up for it.” He beamed proudly.

“Therapy is helping. She’s having me do some more journal entries and trying to seek positive things everyday.” He blushed and bumped Michael with his elbow. “A lot of them are you. ‘Michael brought me a coffee today.’ things like that. Little stuff to be grateful for. It… it helps to remember not everything is painful.”

He whined and rubbed the side of his head where his glasses headpiece sat fixed. “Well… you know, there’s still some pain. I also didn’t realize I’d be so tired. At first I couldn’t do anything at work without wishing for a nap. Now I’m back to where I was and taking on more, then need a nap. Honestly knowing I only have half a day really helps me put in harder effort on some projects. Like knowing I can rest after is so….” He shook his head. “Helpful? I’ve said that a lot haven’t I?”

“We’ll have a look when we get back. I do remember you complaining about some part of them, so it could be you ended up not getting them.”

He nodded as Archer spoke. The mention of his kindnesses made him blush slightly too, but the cold already had his cheeks quite rosy. “I have some of that forgetfulness to, mostly if I did a thing or where I put something. My mother seems to think it’s some kind of ADHD side effect. She’s convinced I had it as a kid, and sometimes I think she’s right.”

“Hey, naps are great for some people. There’s people who love them, and those that heat them. It sounds like you’re one of the ones that they really help. Not to be too harsh, but you got your as kicked from here to the state line. That’s not gonna be a quick heal. You’re only three months or so from the event. It’s gonna take a few more to really be fully back on your feet. And you were living under a lot of stress. It’s common for people who suddenly lose massive stress to be tired. It sounds like things are going well, and the therapy is helping. She sounds like a smart lady.”

Fern ran ahead, going as far as she dared without tugging the leash. Something had caught her attention. “What is it girl?” Michael asked, jogging to catch up. He knelt beside her, and tried to peer through the trees, but didn’t see anything until he caught the glint of eyes. “You found a critter out here,” he whispered, trying to judge by where the eyes were if it was a deer, racoon, or something dangerous.

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Archer watched Fern dance in excitement for their walk and laughed. “You have to bundle us both up.” He teased as he pulled his coat down with his good hand and waited for Michael’s help to slide it on. The buttons were still difficult with one hand but luckily the zipper was really all he needed.

“I’m already hot just wearing this in the house.” Archer laughed and opened the door. As he stepped out he glanced down at his home sneakers. “I guess I should invest in some boots for here. I never really got anything designed for ice, but getting in and out of that driveway if it does ice will be a pain.”

He stepped onto the porch and glanced out, looking for the sprinkling of snow. “Not yet. Though it might hit us as we are out. We better make it fast!” he gasped and encouraged Fern to be more excited.

“I thought you did get boots?” he asked over his shoulder as he locked the door. “The sole is most important when on ice. A good sneaker can still give you traction, but it might not be as warm. These steel toe work boots I have to get specifically for winter weather. Would you believe some of them don’t have good gripping soles?” he asked, looping his arm with Archer’s good one as they headed out.

Fern had a long leash, allowing her to jog ahead and explore. One thing she’d learned though was to never run so far as to jerk the leash. So she jogged ahead, mostly just smelling the dead bushes and dormant trees. 

“How are you doing, really?” Michael asked after a bit. “I know a whole lot happened to you very quickly. So how are you feeling? Are you coping okay, taking care of yourself mentally and emotionally as well as physically?

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“tag your favorite line of hallelujah” scans to Hallelujah.

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you tried to read the words as prose
but noticed how its scansion goes
and now you can’t unhear the tune, so screw ya
recall the phrase you love the most
then once again reblog this post
and tag your fav’rite line of hallelujah

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I hate the fact this fucking fits. I’m just about to call it quits.
Now everything just sounds like hallelujah.

You pick a phrase, you pick a rhyme, repeat the sound another time,
Five iambs, then an extra beat will do ya.
Another rhyme, a rising note - congratulations, you just wrote
Another goddamn verse to Hallelujah.

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Archer took a brief glance to the window as Michael pointed out the time. A small smile in relief as he happily wiggled into his favorite spot on the couch and got nuzzled in. Knowing you could rest without being interrupted or in trouble was such a healing force. Sleep, good and pure sleep was something he had lacked for so long. Catching up on it every chance he could.

After 45 minutes he was up. Hair sticking up on the back of his head with a dreamy smile. Happy that he had managed to take his headpiece off before he napped but putting it back on was a bit of a struggle. Especially with Fern so happily wrapped around his arms.

“Oooooh love.” He called once he was able to free himself. Smoothing out his clothes and taking a nice big stretch. Arms above his head pulled his shirt up to reveal a pale stomach no longer covered by bruises.  “Have to use the bathroom then I am ready!” 

“Sounds good!” he called back, sliding the last of the dishes into the machine and starting it. It would be done by the time they got back, so he could unload and put away so that everything was ready for breakfast the next morning.

He went and got Fern’s leash, which was always hanging by the door with the keys. “You ready for our walk?” he asked, grinning as she danced in place. He put her coat on her, then clipped the leash on. They were calling for some snowfall tonight, so they were all going to bundle up. 

When Archer met them by the door, Michael helped him into his coat, starting the zipper and holding the bottom so he could pull the tab up to where he wanted it. “It might look like a snow globe, they are calling for some snow showers tonight.”

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Archer laughed as Michael said he enjoyed the talks. “Oh so you like being lectured about minute topics?” He snickered with another bite. “I miss it too…”

He took the time to eat while Michael talked about his own job. Nodding his head along. “It’s funny that my profession is usually the opposite. There are only a few men but Aurora tells me it’s been more diverse than when she first started.”

He wished he had a free hand to pet Fern. All he could do was rest the cast on her side for a second or two, always afraid the plaster would make her too itchy. He finished his meal while they talked and like clockwork relaxed back into his seat. He asked Michael about their after dinner walk while his eyes were starting to sink. Humming softly in apologies that he would only nap for 10 or 20 minutes.

His estimates were 50% right. Sometimes he’d be up in 10, sometimes it’d be an hour, but he always felt better with their walk after a nap and Fern snuggled in quite nicely.

“True. Men went on to teach English, and the women worked in libraries or bookshops. Some firefighters do it for the thrill, but most of us are there to help people. And it’s still a big stereotype that only men are strong enough to get people out of a burning building. You have to pass physical tests in order to do the job. The test doesn’t care what you are. It only cares what you can do. And if you’re in it just to look hot, go be a bodybuilder,” he added with an eye roll.

“Oh, it’s already dark, so you have a nap and then we’ll head out. I’m sure Fern won’t mind, and it’ll give me a chance to put everything away,” he said, leaning over and pressing a kiss to Archer’s forehead.

He gathered the various containers, bringing them back to the kitchen to put away while Archer napped. Hopefully he’d get to the point where he didn’t need them at the end of the day, but as he slowly picked up more hours, they were probably going to keep going. He’d done a lot of healing already, but there was still a good way to go.

WAIT THIS IS FUNNY

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“Fruit bowls are quite nice.” He agreed and watched as Michael set up their little dine in experience. He grabbed the blanket as suggested and when he sat down he pulled it over his lap. Leaving a little extra on the side for Fern if she wanted to snuggle up with him.

He reached back for his container and set it in his lap to hold while he ate with one hand. He gave a groan and rolled his eyes towards the cast. “It’s so itchy all the time. I am so ready for it to be off. Or at least to be able to scrub underneath it. I can feel like skin wrinkling from the sweat.” He tried to flex those fingers and winced as that tiny bit of pain still shocked through him. “A… good reminder that I’m not done healing yet though.”

He chewed and tilted his head. “Jaw only hurts sometimes and I can feel the pain in the bridge of my nose but I rather that then the headache of not wearing my glasses.” He gave them a wiggle on his head. “I’ve gone on long conversations at work without realizing it and after an hour or so I feel the soreness building in my cheeks. Ro puts me on the reshelf list to recover but the patrons think I’m being a grumpy old man. When really I am just pouting I can’t talk someones ear off anymore.” He laughed.

He had to juggle what he was eating at a time. Very carefully picking one thing before moving to the next. Despite knowing spills were acceptable, he still was cautious. “Hows your work going? Did you solve that issue you were having about the toy drive and the pick up times?” 

“Oh I’m sure those long rants won’t be far off,” he teased, reaching out and patting Archer’s knee. “I kinda miss them myself, how you’d just off on a topic you were passionate about. Talking is just another muscle you’re going to have to slowly build up again.” Oh how he wanted to say something about a blowjob being good exercise, but Archer’d probably choke on his food if he did. 

“I think so yeah. Scott has not so graciously volunteered to take a few of the farther out ones, so Chris and I can get the closer ones. Barry had to remind him that part of his job description includes anything your supervisor tells you to do. And apparently Cass is really good at wrapping, so she’s willing to wrap things for the parents. I knew having a girl in the firehouse would do the boys good, but it seems to be doing her good too,” he said, smiling.

Fern, meanwhile, happily snuggled next to Archer, watching whatever was on the screen. Archer had selected a gardening program, and they were only half listening to the person talking about zones, and soil acidity. 

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