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He nodded, rolling his neck slowly. "What are you drinking?"
She changed out of her wet clothes quietly, putting on a shirt of his before slipping into bed next to him.
He tilted her head, considering her thoughtfully. "About what?"
"I don't need any more."
She opened the door to Warner's room, her brows furrowed.
He frowned, resting his hands on her shoulders. "Don't be sorry, Blaise. You're allowed to be sad."
He finished his very quickly and then looked down at his hands. "No fur."
"Yeah. You... you too." She hurried back to Warner's room.
He rubbed her back slowly, holding her closely. "It'll be okay," he said quietly. "This will get better."
"What's not to like? It tastes like fruit."
She looked down for a moment. "Oh my God. Okay. I'm... I'm going to go sleep, then."
He noticed and his face fell. He crossed over to her in about two strides and pulled her into a gentle hug.
He frowned, taking a quick sip. "This tastes like fruit."
She looked as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders, almost pale with relief. "Wow. So... we'll talk about it?"
He frowned, looking a little hurt, but forcing it down. "Do you... do you want to talk?"
"Are you sure?"
She brightened, looking up at him hopefully. "Really?"
"Hey," he said uncertainly. "Are you okay?"
"I don't think I understand."
"Yes," she said with a nod. "I want him to come with me."
