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He squinted before pulling out the vegetables and beginning to chop quickly and efficiently. * * * "That's true," she mused. "But I'd miss you."
He pulled out a pot, putting it on the fire. "Okay. What first?" * * * She took them, ruffling his hair. "Thanks, Cy. What would I do...
"That sounds good." * * * "Could you grab me some clothes? I'm sorry; I forgot."
"What do you want to make?" ** * She poked her head out about 10 minutes later. "Cy?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Let's try working together here." * * * She stood up and headed into the other room, closing the door behind her.
"Yeah, well, you got attacked by a cat," he said flatly. * * * She rolled her eyes, sitting up and stretching. "I'm gonna go shower."
"I don't like just helping," he said flatly. * * * "Nothing more than usual," she agreed playfully.
"Come on, Nas. Let me do it." * * * She slumped back. "Did I do anything stupid?"
"You hurt yourself," he said staunchly. "Let me make it." * * "That's a shocker."
"No, you're sick," he interjected, frowning worriedly. * * * "According to you, I was drunk," she replied, looking over. "So, yes. I'm not even...
He frowned, looking down for a moment. "A little," he admitted. "But that's okay." * * * "It's not bad," she said, surprised.
"I'm glad," he said slowly. "I missed you too." * * * She gave him a piece of the cake and settled back against the pillows, munching on her own...
He raised an eyebrow in interest. "Did you, now?" * * * "Right?" she asked, settling the tin between them and lying back in the pillows.
“They look nice,” he commented. *** She stood up and went over to the kitchen, pausing before grabbing the cake in the tin and bringing it back...
"Oh, you liked those?" he teased, sitting up. "I thought they'd look nice in here." * * * "Hm," she mused. "Do we have any left? I'm, like......
"It's healing well," he said, looking up at her. "Well done." * * * She laughed, looking up at him affectionately. "I did?"
He gently moved up the base of her shirt, checking out the injury. * * * She shook her head, smiling gently at him and ruffling his hair....
He joined her, kneeling next to her. "May I?" * * * Her face softened and she laid back down next to him, her hand on his chest. "Hey," she...
"Eh. Frustrating. It's fine, though. Let's check on your injury." * * * She sat up, looking down at him thoughtfully.
"Hi," he said cheerfully. "How was breakfast?" * * * She woke blearily, sitting up.
