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He glanced over his shoulder at her for a moment. "I am quite fond of you."
He watched her leave before turning on his side, facing the window. "Rory?"
He pursed his lips, watching her. "Don't you have work to do?"
He sighed tiredly, looking over at her with a small smile. "I don't want to get you sick."
He frowned, studying her. "What are you suggesting?"
He looked over at her with a frown. "Yes. It's been a long time since we were together, and I'm glad for our separation, but I don't like...
He sighed, lying back in the bed. "Since Lucy. It's been a while."
He shrugged, looking out the window. "It's been hard to sleep ever since we ended things."
He watched her thoughtfully before shaking his head. "I don't think so."
When she next looked at him, his eyes were open again. "I'm not good at sleeping."
He nodded, closing his eyes. "I will."
He gave her a smile, squeezing her hand. "Don't worry," he said, closing his eyes as he let go of her hand. "I won't remember that you said that."
He gave her a small smile before leaning back. "You think I'm wonderful too," he teased, tapping her nose.
“Are you sure?” he asked, watching her. “I know you’re busy.”
He leaned back in the pillows, closing his eyes. “I’m not very good at saying this stuff when my mind is on straight,” he said with a sigh. “I’m...
He watched her, his voice hazy. “I really meant it, you know,” he told her lowly. “I think you’re wonderful.”
He looked up at her gratefully, his eyes cloudy and exhausted. “Thank you.”
He huffed, lying back in the bed sleepily and looking up at the ceiling.
He looked up at her tiredly, giving her a small grin. For a moment, he looked almost childlike. “Now isn’t the time for what?” he asked, leaning...
"I'm feverish," he agreed, starting to shiver as soon as she opened the window. “But that doesn’t stop you from being beautiful. I love your hair...
