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She shrugged. "I thought you did. Maybe it was a dream."
He nodded. "It's perfectly fine."
She waited patiently, but looked back. "Did you leave last night?"
He laughed slightly. "That's one way to put it."
She kissed his cheek before going to the couch.
He reached up, resting a hand on her jaw. "I really don't want you to go in alone."
She looked up at him. "Yeah."
His brows were furrowed and he looked worried. "I don't want you going in there, O."
She grinned. "I'm looking forward to it."
He frowned, going to help her.
She shook her head. "You don't know that. This is so scary."
"You are!" he exclaimed, sounding exasperated. "God, Ophelia. I care about you do much." His hand pressed against the counter as he pinched the...
"What if she doesn't approve?"
"No it's not," he retorted. "I don't have to keep going. I don't have to blow up this factory." He crossed his arms. "This is not everything to me."
She paused. "How old is she? Should I be nervous?"
"No, you're not expendable," he said with a huff. "Stop talking like that."
"I'm really excited that you asked me to come with you."
"No," he said, looking increasingly agitated. "I don't want anyone to get hurt."
She nodded, burying her face in his shirt. "Yeah. I was worried yesterday was a dream."
"We can figure it out while we get better and your leg heals."
