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She seemed embarrassed. "Yeah.."
"I'll cast a calm charm! I swear!"
"I'm not perfect."
"Sorry. I only speak to my loving husband, but he doesn't appear to be here right now."
He closed his eyes. "Mm.. Yeah."
She flushed slightly. "I guess.. I'm yours too, though."
"Eden! Calm!"
He flushed. "Now that's a bit.."
She started to get up.
"Petra. I don't want to move, Petra."
"Oh good. I'm glad."
She frowned slightly.
He moved away almost defensively before looking down at the glass shards. "Ughh.."
"I'm predictable too. Is that okay?'
Her brows furrowed and she sat up."
He shifted slowly, trying to open his door, not realizing that the prosthetic was sparking and broken. He shook his fine. "Fine.. Fine.. I'm fiine."
She nodded, smiling slightly.
"Peppermint?"
"Jack, I'm confused.."
He murmured incoherently, shuddering slightly.
