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"Oh. Wow."
He was frowning at his wing, gingerly trying to smooth it down.
"Are you?"
She slipped her hand into his, leading him forward.
She looked up, frowning slightly as she wiped away a tear. She set down her rabbits and newspaper and came to the door, her brows furrowing.
"Goats?"
He began to tentatively work on them, trying to smooth out the crumpling.
"I am."
She beamed up at him before gesturing with her head. "C'mon. We should go."
(Yoop!)
There was a silence for a moment. "What are we going to dream about?"
He moved towards the couch, stumbling slightly. "Okay. Thank you, Bee."
She raised an eyebrow. “You did feel badly though.”
“That’s better. I love you too.”
Petra looked at the phone, confused, before slipping it into her pocket, pulling her rabbits into her lap and hugging them.
“Mm. You too.”
He frowned. “Are you sure? That’s a lot of work.”
“You don’t need to baby me, Sam. I have my worries and you have yours.”
“That’s true.”
There was a pause and what sounded like a small sniffle. “Uh... nothing,” she said after a moment, her voice trembling.
