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She looked over at him thoughtfully, standing beside him. "..No. I want to stand here." *** "I know," he said quietly. "It's still in the oven."
"I don't want to go to bed. I've been in bed or at my desk all day." *** He sighed, looking down at his plate again. "Okay."
She was eating quietly, watching him with curiousity and fondness. Eventually she had finished up, standing up and taking the plate to wash it....
She pursed her lips, going back to eating. "..No." *** He ate quietly, saying nothing more.
"I'm just fine. I went over there earlier anyways." *** He looked at her with a small frown, before doing as she said.
She looked over at him. "I can help with that." *** He sighed, unsure what to say for a moment. "..I feel the same."
She laughed, turning back to her food. *** He frowned. "No. I couldn't."
She looked back at him. "What do you mean? You, probably. " *** "I dunno... It was just weird."
She flushed, but shook her head as she picked up the fork. "If only." *** "But.. Like a friend?"
She looked up at him adoringly. "Thank you." *** He frowned. "Huh. How?"
She hummed to herself, occasionally glancing over at him. *** He laughed. "How kind."
"Of course I did," she said warmly, bending over her work to tighten some screws. *** He nodded. "Okay. Thanks."
She laughed. "No doubt. You're a food god, remember?" *** He nodded. "What do you want to eat?"
She nodded. "That's good enough for me." *** "Food?"
She nodded, going back and sitting down, picking up her tools again. "So what are you making?" *** He grinned. "Good job."
She smiled, letting go of his hand and turning to go back to her work bench. "I'm going to finish that thing." *** He continued to lean on the...
She relaxed, her thumb brushing over his fingers slowly. "I like spending time with you." *** He gave it a taste before nodding. "Yeah, it is."
She took his hand, but was watching him. Her touch was gentle. *** He took it. "Thanks."
She reached up, her hand hovering over his. "Can I touch you?" *** He looked... unsure how to feel. At this point he was fine with anything....
She flushed slightly. "Yeah, but I can't touch you." *** He laughed, shaking his head. "So what are you making?"
