[ Fjord, being the generous and loving boyfriend he is, runs Molly a hot bath and squirts in some of that ambrosia stuff Aprhodite gave them, assuming if gods eat it it's good to bathe in too. Magical shit. He tells him to "enjoy yourself but don't drown", kisses him on the cheek to reaffirm things are going positive places (Molly needs physical reassurances, he's learned) and heads out to find them breakfast. He takes a walk to a diner, finds them some fast-food to stick to Molly's insides so he doesn't throw up, and returns within the hour.
Jogging up the stairs with the spoils of hashbrowns and eggy bacon rolls, he calls, ]
Molly! I hope you're dry, food's here.
[ It all feels ... right. Casual, the way they used to be before something stuck in the mud between them. Fjord will apologise later properly, for now he does it with actions. ]
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Jogging up the stairs with the spoils of hashbrowns and eggy bacon rolls, he calls, ]
Molly! I hope you're dry, food's here.
[ It all feels ... right. Casual, the way they used to be before something stuck in the mud between them. Fjord will apologise later properly, for now he does it with actions. ]