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She looked up at him before pulling back slightly, taking his hands. “Siris, do you think I am valuable?” *** He frowned, shaking his head....
“I just don’t want you to burn out,” she said, looking up at him. “I want you alive and energetic and... I want you to be my Cy. Like you always...
She laughed lightly, scooting over to him and resting her head on his collar. "Yeah, well... I guess it's payback." * * * He kissed her back...
She looked over at him in surprise, putting a hand on his chest. "Wait, don't get up," she protested. "You should keep sleeping." * * * "Oh,...
She wasn't looking at him, but her brows were furrowed. "Yeah, but... I don't know. You've been pushing yourself so much." * * * He flushed...
"Well, no... but you've done stuff in the house. That's what you're used to, you know?" * * * "That was to preserve your dignity."
She rubbed his back gently, tracing his spine with her knuckles. "Because this is rogue stuff that you're doing. You're not trained to be a...
She began to massage his back gently, her brows furrowed. "I'm worried about you." * * * "Like... going out to help? Nas, they need me."
She began working, her head bowed over her task. After a couple minutes, she came back to him on the bed, frowning. "It's cooking. Here, Cy....
"No, you should sleep," she protested "I'm okay. I have one less day of work than you." * * * He laughed, shifting slightly to look her in the...
"I can make some soup," she said sleepily, going over to the stove. * * * "That stuff doesn't really matter, though."
They entered the house and she stretched, yawning sleepily. "Are you hungry?" * * * He flushed, taking her hand and gently pulling her over to...
"Yeah," she agreed tiredly. "I don't like living in the house." * * * * He scoffed. "Oh. So now I'm not attractive or mysterious?"
They approached their house late that night. Dahlia had her arm hooked with his and she yawned sleepily. "Oof." * * * He laughed, looking over...
(Zoop?) *** He sighed. “You are pretty cool.”
She nodded, leaning in and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “Me? Always.” *** He laughed sheepishly. “I feel like a real loser.”
She hesitated, reaching over to brush his hair back. “Okay. Be safe?” *** He flushed, washing off his hands. “Hm.”
She hesitated before nodding. “Yeah. I’m alright. I wasn’t working all day yesterday, so I’m still fresh.” *** “Oh, isn’t it?” he teased dryly,...
“Yes, I’m here. Are you doing okay?” *** “Yes, but in case you haven’t noticed, you’re much prettier than I am.”
She ran into him in the midst of the crowd, looking up at him in surprise. “Oh. Hi!” *** He worked to slip it on, groaning. “I didn’t want you...
