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"Petra, I'll just slow you down."
"Also true."
She looked up, her expression brightening curiously. "Your home?"
He nodded, standing up and going to the kitchen stove.
Gabe reached up, his hand brushing her hair back. He was quiet for a moment before looking rather nervous and a bit shy. "Petra, please?"
Avice pursed her lips. "I'll allow that."
"You are too."
He kissed her cheek. "I'd like to."
He slowly propped himself up on his good arm before taking her hand carefully . "Please? I'll be able to make it."
"Like what?"
She nodded.
He went to sit up. "Let me make you some tea."
"You can go. I'll catch up.."
She tilted her head. "What else did she say?"
"Oh. That's good."
"Would you like to sleep?"
He flinched away. "That hurts!"
"Well that's cool."
"Yeah."
"What does that mean?"
