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(Yoop!) *** She gave him a grin, coming over with the shirt and washcloth, handing them to him. "I really, really like you too."
He nodded, starting downstairs. *** She was at the sink, but looked over at him. "Yeah?"
He grinned, slipping on his own coat and shoes. *** "It's okay," she said. "You're okay now. You're here. A bit bloody, but here." She gave...
He nodded, pulling away. "Yeah. Go grab a coat." *** She sighed, watching him gently before reaching to carefully brush his hair out of his...
He relaxed, rubbing her back slowly. *** She carefully bandaged the gash as she listened, frowning. She finished up and looked at him seriously....
He nodded, his head still tilted. "Right." *** She looked over at him for a moment, before turning back and getting out the gauze, her brows...
He tilted his head. "I just mean this whole thing. It's different, but good." *** She nodded, and went to help, gently going to clean it up a...
He laughed, watching her appreciatively. "I know how you feel. It's very different." *** She hesitated, her expression upset. "Victor.. Please...
He grinned. "I know.. I'm not used to it." *** She noticed his panicking and scooted away, raising her hands in surrender. She looked scared...
He seemed surprised, but didn't object, kissing her back. He wrapped his arms around her waist carefully, relishing the moment. *** She tried...
He relaxed, smiling at her warmly. "I love you too." *** She sat beside him, her hands hesitant. "Let me see."
His expression softened and he smiled gently. "Yeah." *** She looked intent on helping, frowning deeply. "No. Let me do it."
He rolled his eyes playfully. "Yeah, whatever." *** She went to help him to sit on the bed, then went to get the kit. "However bad. You're...
"Yes," he said easily. "You're a liar." *** Her eyes widened and she cried out in fear, going to him and trying to help him. "Victor! Oh god,...
He laughed aloud, turning to her. "I can and I will!" *** She looked up, getting up and opening the door.
He chuckled. "I can still say it." *** Nascha was waiting as well, growing more worried.
He laughed slightly. "Lies." *** (Yoop!)
He sighed, relaxing a bit. "I want you to be careful when we go." *** Her brows were furrowed and she looked worried, but started back to safety.
"It's okay," he said. "I'll be fine." *** Her brows furrowed, and she seemed hesitant to leave. "I.. Okay. I'll go."
"A little," he admitted. "I'll be okay." *** "I wanted to see how you were," she said. "Don't worry about me. What's going on?"
