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She was watching him. After a moment she sighed, shaking her head and taking a step toward him. "Ben.. It's okay. We're okay." *** He took it...
He rolled his eyes. "Sure."
She figured it might be best to give him some space, standing up. "I don't have any spare clothes.. They're at my house." *** "Let's get it...
She looked unsure of herself. "It's okay." *** He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ugghh. Fine."
She was quiet for a moment before reaching up, her hand brushing his jaw. *** He was simply glaring at her.
He looked back at her. "You are."
Her brows furrowed at him. "I care about you, Ben. I.. I just want you to be okay." *** "Obviously!"
He chuckled lowly. "Fine, fine."
"I know," she said, looking up at him carefully, "but I'm worried about you." *** "And scary."
He smiled. "Blushing."
She was quiet, her hands shaking a little. "Are you okay..?" *** "That's crazy!"
He tilted his head. "You're doing it again."
She glanced up at him. "I don't mind." *** He crossed his arms. "I'm not jumping off."
He grinned at her. "You're so smart."
She frowned, sitting down. "Okay." *** He glared at her. "No."
"Spirochete?" he asked, looking in. "Huh.. Yeah, they do."
She reached up to touch her head. "Yeah.. I think.. Are you okay?" *** He followed her, looking around.
"It doesn't seem to like my tests."
She nodded, her jaw clenched as she followed him. *** He squinted at her cautiously.
He moved aside. "Your blood is.. difficult, to say the least."
