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She frowned at him. "You..." She sighed, sitting on the couch. "Adonis..." * * * "Sitcoms are funny," he said, kissing her head.
He sat up, looking around. “I did?”
She frowned before relenting. “You don’t have to do that... we could just skip today...” *** “What about a tv show?”
He jumped in surprise, looking up at her blearily. “Amira...?”
“Adonis, I’m fine,” she complained weakly. *** He kissed the top of her head gently. “Let’s just look around.”
Derek was in the library, sleeping peacefully in an armchair.
She shook her head. "No. It's important that we train." She was interrupted by a bout of coughing, having her shrink slightly as she coughed...
(Zoop?)
She waved him off, leaning against the counter. "I'm alright. I just caught a bug." * * * "Uh," he hesitated. "Comedy? Drama? I don't watch a...
She frowned at him before scooting over and tentatively resting her forehead on his shoulder, closing her eyes as well.
She opened it, looking a little less excited than she had been in previous days. "Hey, Adonis. Come on in." * * * He was sitting next to the...
She settled down next to him, still stiff and awkward, but saying nothing as she laid on her side and looked up at him.
She frowned, considering him before leaning over and giving him a hug, a new skill she had acquired. "Don't worry. Come on. Let's sleep."
"Then let's make lasagna," he said easily. "Do we have the ingredients?"
"No, no!" she said immediately, panicked that she may be losing the only connection that she had made on the ship. "Of course I will. I just... I...
"Nah, I'm not picky. What do you make best?"
She looked over at him in surprise, her brow furrowing nervously. "Here?" she asked, pointing down at the bed.
"Are you kidding?" he asked, following her into the kitchen. "It's perfect."
She laughed despite herself. "Yes, well... I suppose I am too," she said, straightening up her posture as if remembering herself.
