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She nodded slowly. Dion said nothing, only observed. She spoke again. "And what of relocation? As far as I know you're not used to living in the...
She nodded. "We will get one of those as well, then."
He gave her a small smile. "I love you."
Blaise looked up, her expression quickly turning from stagnance to uncertainty. "Your clan? It would still have us as majority. That, and no one...
"If you don't like it you don't have to finish it."
He sighed, squeezing her hand. "Alright.."
The word had spread quickly about what happened. A couple hours later, Dion and Blaise had managed to gather everyone in the main room. When Dion...
She grinned. "It's hard to explain. Would you like to try one?"
He looked sad to see her go, looking up at her with furrowed brows.
She looked up in surprise, looking a bit nervous and as if she was about to cry. She said nothing, of course, and went away without a second gesture.
"Alcoholic drinks. They make you feel.. different. Kinda fuzzy at first."
He looked up at her pleadingly. "Addie.. Please?"
"No," he replied, starting towards his room heavily. "Not the Plague."
"It has bread and the veggie stuff in between the bread. You'll see."
"Take however long you need to process," he said gently. "I'll be here."
He ran a hand through his hair, looking stressed. "She's.." he sighed heavily, "She's gone."
She grinned, ordering spaghetti and wine.
He ran his fingers through her hair. "That's why you're crying..?"
They were gone for a couple of minutes more before Blaise came out. She was silent as she passed them, her face pale. She made no eye contact as...
She nodded, looking through the menu and reading it off, occasionally showing pictures when they had them.
