Rose had been avoiding the topic with Jackie for the better part of a week and a half, content to just go to work, come home, play a bit with Tony, and just generally spend time with her family for a while.
But she knew this couldn’t go on for much longer. She was getting antsy, and anxiety building up in her gut. She wanted to gohome, to her own flat and her own bed and to Loki. But that last part always tripped her up: Loki. She missed him, sure, he was her friend and he had no doubt found a way to muck up her flat somehow by this point, but she couldn’t quite come to grips with what hadhappenedbetween them.
She had tried to keep her mind on other things. On work, on the Doctor, on aliensnot godsand on beaches. But these things were failing her now and shejust didn’t know anymore.
Tired of seeing dark circles under her daughter’s eyes Jackie arranged for Pete and Tony to have a boys night out: pizza, an arcade, and the latest superhero movie should tide them over long enough for a nice sit down. She sent the staff home before Rose arrive, taking it upon herself to make Rose some real comfort food: homemade fish with lovely golden chips. She already planned for tea later along with some of the dainty little petit fours she used to make when Rose and Shireen played dress up.
Hearing the door and Rose’s standard call, “Mum, I’m home,” Jackie hollered that she was in the breakfast nook, all the more cozy and better for conversation compared to the formal dining room. The table was set informally, plain white dishes like they’d had back home, a platter piled with crisp-fried cod, another heaped with chips, and nearest to Rose’s place sat the salt pot and bottle of malt vinegar. Jackie hugged her daughter before dishing up their plates.
“Rose,” she spoke softly, “don’t you think it’s about time we talked?” She didn’t press for more, knowing Rose wouldn’t say a thing until she was good and ready, stubborn as her mum through and though.