"And then some," she sputters, unable to even roll her eyes at the understatement for happiness he's present again. "You-- they didn't hurt you, or anything? Starve you out? Mess with your head? You're not just saying all's good to make me feel better?"
The other hand goes to his hair. Careful, encouraging little swipes.
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Date: 2020-05-08 07:09 am (UTC)The other hand goes to his hair. Careful, encouraging little swipes.
"Anything you need, say the word."