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He's beginning to feel like there's a chance he'll see the makings of a real bed sometime soon. He says that every morning, but he truly believes it. With every passing day, his legs tremble a little less -- he can manage going a little farther -- and the pain doesn't last so long. He can take deeper breaths, he's remembering more, and it's all coming together to make him feel healed. David thinks he actually might be all right.

That still keeps him pent up in the clinic for most nights, just in case he needs a doctor's help before the morning's out. It gets a bit lonely, he won't lie. So, now, as the evening winds down, he has to start thinking about dinner again. Maybe he'll go to the kitchen and see if he can't strike up some conversation with someone else who doesn't have any plans for the evening.

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She holds his eyes for a second before breaking out into a giggle, sheepish in its nature but also very flattered at its core. "I'm sorry," she replies, looking over with fondness in her gaze. "I just never thought I'd ever hear anyone say that. Ever."

"Why not?" he asks, confused as to why she wouldn't have. "Honestly, I know that you say we only just met, but you have to realize that I feel things about you that I haven't for anyone else. I love you," he says, saying the words swiftly and surely, but he means them. "Mary Margaret, I love you. I'd do anything for you, even lay down my life."

"Oh, don't - " She shakes her head at even the mere thought of something happening to him. Just considering it is enough to make her chest seize tight, as though there's an invisible fist closing around her heart and squeezing. "Don't say that," she whispers, cupping his cheek in her hand. "I don't want anyone dying for me. Especially not you."

He leans in closely, wrapping an arm around her back and pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I'm not going to go out and search for danger, but you have to know that I'd do that for you. It's the honorable thing to do," he says, a charming and teasing smile on his face.

"The honorable thing," she echoes, her fingertips tracing the side of his face as she leans in, curling closer into his embrace. "No one's ever offered to do that for me before." There's another layer in her words, as if she's saying them without thinking, the same way she would if she'd said them before and is just reciting them from memory now.

He slides his fingers through the short strands of her hair, an adoring look on his face as he takes his time in seeking out every feature on her face, knowing to the very depths of his soul that he loves her more than he's ever loved anyone. It feels almost like true love, eternal and perfect. "Then everyone in your life has been an idiot until me."

"Until you," she echoes, her smile blossoming even more brightly as she tilts her head into the touch of his hands, leaning in to kiss him softly. "I love you," she whispers, knowing deep down that she's never said the words to anyone else and doesn't want to say them to anyone else, ever.

"You do?" David asks, slightly stunned by the fact that she's said as much. "You..." He breathes in deeply, before his grin takes over. Suddenly, he's giddy and he leans forward to kiss her. "I love you, Mary Margaret, I love you. I don't know that I ever want to be apart from you, not for a moment."

Maybe she shouldn't say it, but she wants to. She wants him to know how she feels, even if there's going to be a price she has to pay for her honesty later on. "I'm here," she promises, whispering softly against his lips. "I won't leave you."

"If you did, I'd only find you," he warns, as threatening as he can manage when he says it with such doting adoration that he's fairly sure not even a young pup would be threatened. He feels like his heart is racing a million miles an hour. Suddenly, he's thinking of what comes next. "I don't know what to do next. With us."

She tilts her head, not in a look of confusion but in genuine questioning, wondering where his mind is racing to that would lead him to consider the next step. "What do you feel like you want to do?" she asks, not trying to put him on the spot in any way. But his feelings, as crazy as some of them have sounded, have actually, surprisingly, made sense.

"I don't know," he replies. "Obviously, I have a lack of information," he points out with a wry smile. "And a slight physical impediment," he adds, gesturing to his legs with a regretful look aimed in her direction. "You might have to take the lead."

"You'll get your strength back," she insists, because she does believe it'll happen, deep down. "You're getting stronger all the time, and - " She pauses, eyes narrowing as the second part of his words hit home and she gives herself a moment to process. ""Take the lead' as in - ?"

"Well, I don't remember anything about the workings of the world," he explains, cautious and slow, a faint color rising in his cheeks. "So, I wouldn't know what to do next. If we love each other, then shouldn't we be ready to do other things? Adult things?"

"You mean - " Soon her blush is as obvious as his, if not moreso. She's harbored thoughts about being with him, but even in her memory, she's never been able to let herself picture it before getting too embarrassed, almost as if she convinces herself that everyone must be able to read her thoughts. "I want to be with you," she whispers, nudging her nose against his cheek, her eyes closing. "But I don't want you to be in pain."

"I don't want to be in pain, either," is his instant reply, aware that maybe he shouldn't be joking at a time like this, but it's the easier thing that comes to mind. He reaches out, brushing a lock of her hair back from off her face. "So, maybe we ought to wait?"

"I think that would be a good idea," she says, with a small, nervous chuckle, but she tilts her cheek into the touch of his fingers, smiling fondly. "If we do this - when we do this - I want it to be the right time. And I think we'll know when that is, for both of us."

"So, are we waiting for a doctor's note?" There's, perhaps, a hint of wickedness in his tone as he leans in for a brief, chaste kiss. After all, he's not sure he knows when he'll be fine for these activities because he doesn't actually have any memory of these things.

She's grinning against his lips before the kiss breaks, her cheeks still flushed a healthy shade of pink that she can't completely fault the wine or the warmth in the air for. "Would you actually try to get one of the doctors to clear you for that?" she asks, mildly incredulous. "I don't know if I'd be able to live that down."

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"I wouldn't specify that it was you I was asking for?" he offers, but he's grinning himself as he leans in and brushes fond kisses over the flush in her cheeks, grateful for the time they can spend together like this. "It would be more of a general curiosity."

"Yes, and I'm sure they would have no idea whatsoever of who you could be generally curious about," Mary Margaret points out, smiling knowingly at him as he pulls back, though the look in her eyes is fond. "I want to be with you, David. I do. I just want to make sure the timing is right."

David adjusts as comfortably as he can, sliding an arm around her front as he pushes his fingers over the span of her hips, nudging a kiss against her neck softly. "Can you blame me for thinking about it? I might be an injured man with little to no memory, but everything brightens when you're near. And everything...starts paying attention, so to speak."

"David." The blush on Mary Margaret's cheeks at this point could be described as her doing her best unintentional impression of a tomato, though she can't mask the tiny whimper that escapes when his lips brush against her neck, the soft heat of his mouth somehow reverberating in a ripple effect that leaves goosebumps on her arms. She tips forward to find him for a kiss again.

David chases after a kiss, his lips sliding to the corner of hers before he holds her just a bit tighter. "The way you say my name drives me crazy," he confesses, taking in a short breath. "You're the only thing that feels real to me, but I'm starting to experience all sorts of real things."

"Really? Like what?" she asks, a slightly shy grin on her lips as she nudges into him, shrugging her shoulder against his chest. His eyes are so blue as they gaze into hers, and she lifts a hand to gently touch his face, her fingertips moving over the slight scrape of stubble before curling underneath his ear.