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He nodded, moving down the line and saying nothing more. * * * "You need to love someone. Really love someone. Do you know what it's like to be...
"It means that we've had enough conversation for the day." * * * "Ah, you know how to make my heart flutter, Cy," she said dryly. "I'm serious....
He hesitated before giving her a small smile. "Not yet, at least." * * * She rolled her eyes before coming over to him, leaning down to put...
"That's just it," he said lowly, standing up. "I don't have a story to tell. There's nothing that would help you." * * * "Think about it," she...
He was quiet for a second. "I don't know if there's an answer that would satisfy you." * * * "Then don't be," she said stubbornly. "Think...
"I'm not sad. I'm... frustrated, I guess you could say. I'm irritated." * * * "Change is inevitable, Cy. You can't be scared of it."
He frowned, taking a moment before looking at her. "Am I sad?" * * * She laughed a little, sounding like she might have been exasperated....
He laughed, but it sounded melancholy. "Oh, yeah. It makes perfect sense." * * * "Things aren't gonna change," she replied, waving him off....
He hesitated, looking at the ground for a moment. "Touch I'm not aware of. Unexpected touching. It's... it's fine if I do it. If I have control...
"You are not the problem," he repeated, shaking his head. "Don't worry." * * * Her expression changed and she reached up gently, cupping his jaw...
He laughed slightly, standing up and moving onto the next post. "It's not just you, Nas. Don't worry. It's me." * * * Her gaze intensified and...
He looked immediately uncomfortable, looking down for a moment. "I don't blame you." * * * "Why do you even care?" she asked, raising an...
He looked over at her, dusting his hands off on his pants. "Hm?" * * * A strange expression crossed her face and she considered him before...
He bound his side before turning to her. "There. We did it." * * * She looked over at him, laughing slightly. "Cy. Cy. I'm kidding."
He nodded before going over to the other post and binding his side as well. * * * "I mean, he saved my life. He got me muffins. Do you need...
"Good. Now, wrap the rope around the junction. Like this." * * * She seemed intensely focused on her muffin, picking out a blueberry and eating...
He looked at her for a moment before gesturing with his free hand. "Here. Put your hand where mine is." * * * "Plus, he makes good muffins,"...
"So, we take this..." he said, picking up a longer stick and placing it perpendicular to the post he had made. He took the rope she had created,...
"Sort of. Come over here," he said, kneeling by one of the posts. * * * "He saved my life, Cy. He's not a bad guy."
He looked over at her, rolling his shoulders, his muscles moving under his skin. “Sort of.” *** “Why not!
