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She squinted up at him playfully. “I didn’t say that you can’t be worried. I just said you shouldn’t be. Look at me! I’m perfect!” Her tone...
“It’s significantly diminishes the capacity for missing.“
“You’re very sweet,” she said, looking down at her apple again. “But you don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine. I’m always fine.”
“I wasn’t gone for that long,” he protested, raising one eyebrow playfully.
She raised an eyebrow playfully, tilting her head. "When you were being tortured less than 24 hours ago, I think you have a right to focus on...
He wrapped his arms around her. "I'm so glad you're here."
She laughed slightly, shaking her head. "You have enough to worry about, Abel. I'm your friend, not something else to add to the list."
His flush deepened and he shook his head slowly. "I'm just with a girl I like."
She looked up at him with a smile, tilting her head. "Of course, Abes. Everything's fine. I'm just a little... you know. Wrung out. I'm sure...
He hesitated, laughing a little. "I think so, but I'm wide awake right now."
She pulled an apple out of her fridge, her shoulders tight. "Hm," she murmured nervously, going over to grab a paring knife to cut pieces of...
He cupped her jaw with his hand. "Hm."
She frowned, but went over to the fridge obediently. "Did she hit you with that too? Or just the whip?"
He flushed, looking over at her with a big smile, his nose brushing hers. "Maybe I would."
“I’m fine,” she replied. “I’ve had a pretty bad headache since the whole... cattle prod thing.”
“Maybe I won’t be,” he said flatly. “I’ll die in my sleep tonight.”
She pulled away hesitantly, shaking her head as she went to the door. “No thank you.”
“Now you’ve downgraded me to being never right? You hurt me deeply.”
She picked up the crutches and stood up, coming over to him. “What are you making?”
He smirked at her playfully, slipping his arm around her waist. “I am.”
