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"I'm kidding. We'll kiss eventually." *** She watched him, her brows furrowed as she stood by the entrance. "It doesn't look fun."
He huffed. "My feelings are hurt." *** (Yoop!)
"What do you mean?" he said, looking back at her. "We've kissed before." *** She was quiet as she ate her food.
"Not while you're sick, anyways," he said, taking the soup and going to the kitchen. *** She leaned into his touch slightly before eating her food.
"I'll be alright. It's not like we're kissing." *** She grinned up at him gratefully. "Thank you."
He pulled his hand away. "Fair enough. Can I make you the soup?" *** She was watching him affectionately, her head resting on her hands.
He sighed. "But you know now." *** "Yes, please."
He laughed slightly, reaching out and brushing her hair back gently. "You brainwashed yourself." *** "Hmph. Rude."
He frowned, his head tilting. "I tried to tell you it wasn't." *** "Shush. You can surprise me if you want."
"What's wrong?" *** "No, thank you."
He looked a little confused. "I know..? It's pretty much always like that, Beck." *** She observed him thoughtfully. "I'd switch if it allowed...
"It's just a small care package." *** "Hm.. I'll consider it."
"So? Can I still visit you?" *** "Well, I've never been that drunk. My powers kinda feel like.. when you're laying in bed and you can feel your...
He looked inside and nodded, stepping in. "Sure." *** "That sounds confusing."
"Right." *** "Hm.. I suppose."
He tilted his head, observing her. "When you called in I decided I would bring you things when I was available." *** "You're both, Wolfy."
It was soup, tissues, cough medicine, and some candy. *** "Right. But you do."
"What? No." He gave her the bag. "I brought you this." *** "It's very empty."
He rolled his eyes slightly. "This isn't a professional meeting anyways." *** She looked around. "This is sad."
It was Levy. He was holding a bag. "Hey." *** "Maybe it's hindsight bias. Where is the cage?"
